The Emerald Sword Prophecy
Written by Slytherin Godess
Contact Me at SlytherinGodess@hotmail.com
Spoilers: SS/PS, COS, POA, GOF
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:
This story is based on characters and
situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but
not limited to Bloomsbury Book, Scholastic Books, and Raincoast Books, and
Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
infringement is intended.
Summary:
Harry & Co. final year at
Hogwarts. A new girl arrives from Beaxbaton's, where she had been expelled
because of a certain special ability. Harry and Hermione soon learn that she
has the potential to be very dangerous, if on the wrong side. It is told mainly
from the OC's P.O.V.
A/N:
This fic is a different version of my
own Emerald Sword Prophecy fic, which only has One Chapter out. I was going to
continue with the other, but it is written in first person, and I find that I
cannot continue in such a way. Enjoy. Oh yes, and Draco seems a bit OOC, but
that is because it is year 7, and I think he might have mellowed out a bit…
besides, he probably isn't that awful to everyone, just the people he doesn't
like…
*~Chapter 2~*
Curses, Classes, and
Potions
Tyra entered the 7th year girl's dormitory, and was
met with glares from the other girls. She ignored them, and went over to the
only empty bed. Her sensitive ears picked up Pansy whispering "She'll get
a nice surprise when she gets into bed," to the other girls. Smirking, Tyra
pulled back the drapes, and whispered "Revealo."
Immediately, evil looking black mist could be seen floating half
an inch off her bed. She shook her head at their immaturity. From the looks of
it, it was an illusionary charm. Most likely one that makes one feel as though
she is lying on sharp knives, or perhaps acid. Very childish, and very easy to
dispose of, but why dispose of it when she could return it to the sender?
Smirking, she waved her wand once more, the mist turned
invisible once again. With a discreet wave of her wand, she sent the mist over
to the other three beds in the room. She stood up, placed a shield around her
four-poster, and went over to her trunk to grab her shampoo. "Taking a
shower," she muttered as she went into the connecting bathroom.
She grabbed a bathrobe from a shelf built into the wall, and
made her way over to the last shower. She stepped in, sat her robe down on the
porcelain counter, and turned the water on. Sighing, she pulled her robe off
and stepped under the steaming water, thinking of nothing but the Draco incident.
It wasn't much of a shock for her, she had done it before, but
it was so…different. She mentally slapped herself. After all, she had only
known Draco a few hours, and it was just to irk Pansy and Co. Right?
Of course not, a nasty little voice
said in her head. You are attracted to him.
'No DAMNIT! It wasn't like that. Besides, he likes another, I
can tell..'
If you don't like him, why does your tone indicate you care? The
nasty little voice asked.
'Fuck you.'
Did you know that the first sign of insanity is talking to
yourself?
'You started it.'
Oh, that was childish.
"SHUT UP!" she said aloud. "Great," she
muttered as poured shampoo onto her long hair. "I am conversing with
myself. I must be going crazy…"
Her thoughts returned to Draco. His silvery hair, beautiful
eyes, and that thing he did with his tongue. "Damnit, stop thinking about
him," she muttered to herself. She rinsed the shampoo from her hair, and
added conditioner. She refused to wash her hair with magic, because magic just
didn't give it that soft feel, and extra shine. She sat on the built in seat,
and let the warm water wash over her. It
won't ever happen again. She thought to herself, firmly. It wasn't that
wonderful anyways…
She heard a scream come from the dorm, and grinned. She rinsed
her hair quickly, and turned off the water. After making sure she was fully
covered by a towel, she exited the bathroom, only to find a very angry Pansy.
"You!" she shrieked.
Tyra ran her fingers through her wet hair. "What about
me?" she asked calmly.
"You put that curse on my bed!"
"Oh you mean the one that was intended for me?" Tyra
asked calmly.
Pansy glared, and went over to another bed, and sat down on it.
The minute her body touched it, she screamed, high and loud. Seconds later,
several girls entered the dorm, all in various states of dress. "What's
going on?" they kept asking, but Pansy kept howling, as she rolled up into
a little ball.
Tyra could hear someone running up the stairs, and Professor
Snape, followed by several boys, including Draco, entered the room, pushing
girls out of the way. "What is going on?" he snapped.
By now, Pansy had fallen off the bed, and was lying, whimpering
on the floor. He looked from Pansy, to a large girl sitting on the floor
comforting her, to Tyra, wearing only a bath towel. His eyes widened, and he
made a little choking noise before turning back to the girl next to
Pansy."Miss Bulstrode, what is going on?"
Bulstrode looked up, and glared at Tyra. "She put an
Illusionary Charm on the beds." She said, pointing to her.
Professor Snape turned to Tyra, who was standing calmly, arms
crossed, not feeling a bit awkward wearing nothing but a towel. "Is this
true, Miss Kline?" he asked, his lip curling nastily.
"Yes, professor." Tyra replied, looking straight at him.
"Why?" he asked.
"Well, professor, I detected the Charm on my own bed,
before I got into the shower, so, I decided to return it to the sender. As I
wasn't sure who it was, I sent it to all three." She said, shrugging
elegantly.
His lipped twitched, like he was trying hard not to smile. He
turned to Bulstrode. "Is this true?" he asked her.
"No, sir. We didn't do anything to her." She said
evenly. Tyra inwardly applauded her at her ability to lie so smoothly.
Snape turned back to Tyra, a glint in his black eyes. "Now,
whom do I believe?" he murmured dangerously. Another Slytherin girl spoke
up.
"Are you going to believe this mudblood outsider over one
of us?" she asked.
Tyra turned to the girl, who was standing near Pansy, her eyes
blazing. "I am not a mudblood." She hissed, her eyes turning
red. The girl gasped, and took a step backwards. "And I am a Slytherin
now, not an outsider. Just because you were here before me does not mean
shit."
"Miss Kline…" Snape said lazily. Tyra turned to him,
and he watched with some alarm as her already frighteningly red eyes burned
bright as fire. "No need to get upset. I believe you. Bulstrode,
Parkinson, Watson, detention. Watson, you get two days worth, for insulting
her. The rest of you," he said, turning to the crowd of onlookers,
"get into bed." He then turned to Tyra, "And for god's sakes,
girl, get dressed." He said, before stalking out.
Everyone slowly drifted away, except for Draco and Blaise. Both
shot glares at the girls, before walking over to Tyra. "You are a worthy
Slytherin," said Draco, eyeing her carefully.
"Yes, I agree," Blaise murmured, looking at the small
towel wrapped around Tyra.
"Mm, well, you two best be leaving before Snape comes back,
and before those three decide to… er… throw some nasty curses…" Tyra said,
glaring at Pansy over Blaise's shoulder.
Both boys nodded reluctantly, and Tyra shoved them out the door.
She grabbed her sleeping robes, and got into bed, pulling the hangings closed
behind her.
Tyra awoke the next morning just before dawn, and she left the
dorm to go into the Common Room, so she could do her stretching. She was happy
that no one else was awake, and went about, not noticing the silver eyes that
were watching her slim body bend and stretch. About 20 minutes later, she was
done, and she ran up to her room, and showered. By the time she was dressed and
ready, some of the other Slytherin's were getting up.
She walked down the stairs once more, smiling slightly when she
saw the silvery-gray eyes that had haunted her dreams last night. "'Lo
Draco." She said, grinning. "Let's go to the Great Hall," she
said, and they left the Common Room together.
"What exactly happened last night?" he asked as they
reached the Great Hall. Tyra grinned.
"Well, like I said, she used an Illusionary Charm on the
bed before I got up there. I heard her tell the other girls I 'would get a nice
surprise once I got into bed' so I figured out what it was, and returned it to
the senders." She said calmly, evenly. They sat down at the head of the Slytherin
Table, amid whispers and stares from other Houses. "I really don't like that
Pansy girl." She muttered as she grabbed some kippers of a plate in front of
her.
Draco smirked. "No one does. Except for Crabbe," he muttered.
Tyra choked on her muffin. "And that wasn't what I meant. I was…"
"What?" she asked, quickly.
"He told Goyle and I the other day. He finally figured out that
I didn't like her and so he said he might ask her to his house for the
holidays." He replied, in between bites. "Around everyone else, he pretends he
hates her, because, really, there is nothing about her to like." Draco glared
over at the direction of Pansy, who had just entered the Hall with a blonde
girl and Millicent.
Tyra nodded her agreement, and glanced over at the Gryffindor Table.
Ron, Hermione and Harry were glaring at her. Draco also noticed this, and
grinned. Just then, the morning mail came in. A large parcel was dropped in
front of Draco by a large eagle owl, which Draco introduced to her as Virgo.
Virgo nibbled on some of her bacon while Draco unwrapped his parcel. He
groaned, and buried his face in his hands.
"What is it?" she asked. Draco didn't reply, but shoved the
entire package to her, wrapping an all. Tyra tried hard not to laugh when she
saw what it contained. "Who sent it?" she asked, smirking. He looked up at her
and glared.
"My aunt Geneva. She thinks I am still eleven. How
embarrassing." He muttered. "Oh great," he mumbled as Pansy came over and sat
in front of them. He realized all to late that she was grabbing for the
package, and so when he reached out to pull it to him, all he got was air.
Pansy looked into the box, and broke out in laughter. Draco glowered at her.
"Dragon boxers?" she managed to choke out between snorts. Draco
snatched the boxers out of her hands, and stomped out of the hall, glaring at
the little sparkling, winking, metallic anime dragons. He didn't notice the
piece of parchment that fluttered off of them, but Pansy did, and she ran to
snatch it up, but Tyra accioed it to her before Pansy could get at it. Luckily,
Snape came and passed out Time Tables, so she grabbed both hers and Draco's and
left the hall, leaving a fuming Pansy behind her.
She found him sulking in the fourth floor corridor, under a
painting of a Dragonrider. He looked up when he sensed her presence and
scowled. "What?" she asked, teasingly. "Don't like your boxers Dracie?"
Draco scowled again. "Don't call me Dracie." He said menacingly.
"And no, I don't." He glared at the article of clothing in his hand, and threw
it across the hall. "Damn things." He muttered.
Tyra walked over and picked them up. She inspected them, and
then walked back over to him. "I think they are adorable, Silver." She said,
ruffling his silvery hair He slapped her hand away, and stood up, crossing his arms
over his chest. She handed him his timetable. "C'mon Silver, we have Potions
first period. Which started three minutes ago."
Draco frowned. "Great, Snape first thing. Just what I need." He
mumbled as he started off down the hallway. Tyra walked next to him, and
grinned.
"Oh, but I thought Snape
was your favourite professor." She said, brightly. Draco raised an eyebrow as he looked over at her.
"He may be my favourite Professor, but only because he never
takes points away from me or gives me detentions." He puffed out his chest
smugly at this. "But that doesn't mean I can stand being around him 24/7. He
drives me nuts." Tyra nodded, but didn't reply, as they were just outside the
classroom door. "You first," he said, mock bowing as he opened the door. Tyra
grinned at him, and entered the classroom, followed closely by Draco.
"Miss Kline, Mr. Malfoy. Ten minutes late?" Snape gave them an
indecipherable look. "Sit down and make sure you aren't late next time." Tyra and Draco nodded, and walked to the last
empty table, which was near the front of the room, amid scowls from the
Gryffindor's, who were yet again stuck with their least favourite House.
"Now," Snape drawled, "If you would all take out your books and
turn to page twenty-seven," he paused, waiting for them to do so, "You will see
we are going to be making Polyjuice Potion." There were murmurs from both sides
of the class as he said this, and he hissed, "Silence." Once it was quiet again
he walked back to his blackboard, and wrote down all the ingredients. "I have
made the potion for you up to the last few ingredients. You need to figure out
what is missing, add it, and then we will test it. You better follow the recipe
to the letter, because I only have enough for each of you to try once. Once it
is finished, raise your hand and I will come to check the potion. I will then
pair you up, and you will drink each other's potions." At this, Neville gulped
nervously. "Begin."
When the class was finished (all except for Neville, who was
quivering with fear in his chair while adding the final ingredient) he walked
around to check them all. After making notes on a piece of parchment, he walked
up to his desk, and sneered at the class. "As Mr. Crabbe is absent this
morning, we have an uneven number of students. Therefore, I will have to take
one of yours." At this point, an utter look of disgust was apparent on his
face. "Miss Kline's potion is the only one I deem suitable enough for myself.
The rest of you will be paired with a classmate." Draco and Tyra traded looks
of amusement, and as he was sent off to pair with Hermione ("After all, Snape
doesn't want to harm his favourite student.")He muttered into her ear, "You get
to be Snape for an hour, what fun." Tyra glared halfheartedly at him, and
trotted over to the Professor, with her potion in hand.
He casually pulled a hair off of his head and dropped it into a
cup on his desk, and she pulled a hair off of her head, and dropped it into her
own cup. They traded, and gulped it down. As they started to change, Tyra felt
that Snape had forgotten one little detail. Clothing. As Harry changed into
Pansy Parkinson, his robes ripped at the shoulder and waist, Ron, who was
changing into Millicent Bulstrode, was having the same problem. Draco and
Hermione were both the same size, and so they were okay, but mostly everyone
else was having problems, including Tyra herself.
She went from being thin and 5'10 to muscled (A/N Yes, Sevi has
muscles) and 6'4. Her robes ripped in the front, and the hem came up to her
calves. She looked over and saw herself standing there. She jumped back in
shock. Snape couldn't bring himself to sneer at his own image, so he raised one
of her delicate eyebrows, and smirked.
She looked down at her ripped robes, and thanked all the gods in
existence that she wore baggy and loose clothing under her robes, so she pulled
off her torn robes, threw them aside, and unrolled her pants enough so that
they reached Snape's ankles. She then conjured a mirror for herself, and had to
refrain from laughing out loud at how odd Snape looked in her silk olive green
shirt and white pants. Tyra pulled her clone in front of the mirror, and
watched with interest as his facial expression changed from one of annoyance,
to one of a smirk. "Miss Kline," he sad, "You do look odd in my robes, I must
say."
Tyra whole-heartedly agreed with him, as it just so happened
that Snape was wearing billowing black robes with a high collar, which looked
horrible on her. "Yes, well you don't exactly look like a rose in my clothing
either." He turned to look at her, and smirked (it was weird watching herself
smirk at her).
"And I look like rose normally, Miss Kline?" Tyra scowled. "Ah,
now you look more like me."
"Oh, so you noticed that you always have a permanent nasty arse
look on your face then?" she snapped, waspishly
Snape shrugged. "Of course I know. At least I don't look like
the walking dead. Do you ever get any sunlight?"
"Oh, and this comes from the one who never washes his hair and
looks like a vampire." She said. He raised an eyebrow again, but refrained from
commenting. Tyra turned around in a huff, and saw that all of the other
students were looking at them in amazement. "What?" she snarled. "Never seen
anyone argue before?"
Hermione (who was actually in Draco's body) shook her head. "Not
with Professor Snape." Tyra shrugged, and Hermione turned away, Draco's blond
hair catching the light of the fire. "I just can't talk to you in his body. I'm
sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all, "But it is too weird." Tyra glared
and threw herself into a chair, deciding to just sit still until the hour was
up.
Once everyone was back in his or her own bodies, Snape adjusted
his robes, and strode to the front of the room. "Three rolls of parchment on
the effect of the Polyjuice Potion, and how it felt to be in another's body.
You may go." He snapped. Everyone stood up, and left the room, Draco walking
with Tyra behind everyone else.
"So," she asked, casually, "What was it like being Hermione
Granger?"
Draco glared at her. "It was boring. Being a mud-" He said,
cutting off at the look in her eyes, "uh, Muggle born."" He changed the subject
quickly. "So, what was it like being Snape?"
Tyra smirked, and looked down at her hands to her ripped robe,
"Tall. And weird. It was hard talking to him, because it was like talking to
myself…" Tyra looked down to her timetable. "I have Arithmancy in ten," She
looked over to his schedule "You have Astronomy in fifteen." She shoved her
timetable into her shoulder bag, "Damn," she muttered.
"What?" Draco snapped.
"We forgot to ask Snape about Dueling, Silver."
"Why do you keep calling me Silver?" he asked, glaring at her.
"Because your hair is silver." They had come to a stop in front
of a staircase. And Draco turned to face her.
"Whatever." He huffed. "I'll ask him at Lunch. See you then." He
said, going up the stairs.
When he was out of site, she turned around, and muttered "Damn,
where the hell am I supposed to go?" and started off down the corridor to her
left.
*****
An hour and a half later, she dragged herself into the Great
Hall, and practically fell into her seat. From somewhere in front of her, a
voice said "You look knackered." Tyra pulled her head off the table, and looked
up at the girl in front of her. She was relatively pretty, with copper colored
hair, black eyes, and a rather hooked nose. All in all, she looked quite a lot
like Snape. Oh god, she thought to herself, does that mean I find him
attractive? She pushed that
particular thought away, and smiled tiredly at the girl.
"I am exhausted. Sinistra had me walk up and down the damn
stairs that lead to her classroom five times, just because she kept forgetting
her damn star charts." The girl smiled slightly.
"My name is Astrid. Eh, Astrid Snape, that is." The girl said,
somewhat nervously.
Tyra frowned. "So, are you Snape's… daughter?"
Astrid laughed coldly. "Severus? Hell no. He isn't even married,
nor will he ever be. Sev is my uncle, cold bastard." She said, smiling fondly
up at her Uncle. "Most people hate him, but I think he's great. Especially the
way he treats Potter."
"Agreed," Draco said, as he sat down next to Tyra. "I've never
really seen you before. What year are you in?"
"Sixth." She said, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice. "And
you've never seen me because you've never bothered to look." Draco ignored her,
and turned to Tyra.
"I am going to go see Snape. I am guessing he's in the dungeons,
as he isn't in here," he said, looking over at the Staff Table. Snape must have
left just as he was entering. "I'll see you later." And with that, he grabbed a
croissant off her plate, and sauntered out of the hall. Tyra just shook her
head, amusedly, and turned back to Astrid, who was sipping her pumpkin juice,
and seemed to have forgotten all about the conversation. Shrugging, Tyra stood
up, getting ready to leave, but Dumbledore stood, and motioned for everyone
standing to sit. She flopped back down
on her chair, and stared expectantly at the Headmaster.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he said, gravely. "All students fifth year
and above need to be in the Great Hall at eight o'clock tonight. You must bring
the parchments that your last hour professor's will give you. It is important
that you all be there. You may leave." After giving a curious glance at the
headmaster, who had sat back down and was playing with his peas, she left the
Great Hall, and made her way to Charms, her final class of the day.
"I need three rolls of parchment on the effect the
Disillusionment charm has on your senses. You are dismissed." Professor Flitwick
said, just as the bell rang. "Don't forget to grab one of each of the
parchments on the table on your way out." Tyra tucked her wand up her sleeve,
threw her book in her bag, and stalked out the door, making sure to grab a copy
of each of the three parchments on the table. She made her way towards the
Slytherin Common Room, and anyone unfortunate enough to get in her way was
shoved rudely aside. "Bicorn Horn" she spat at the entrance and stormed into
the room.
She threw herself onto a couch, and glared out the window.
"Something wrong?" and amused voice drawled. She turned to look at the speaker,
and scowled.
"Charms is what's wrong." She said, darkly. Draco sat down on
the chair across from her and raised his silver eyebrow. "I am terrible at
bloody Charms. We were supposed to do a Disillusionment Charm, and I
accidentally set fire to Susan Bones robes." She sighed. "Why is it that we
don't have Charms together?" she asked him.
Draco looked smugly at her. "I take advanced Charms." She
sneered at him, and turned back to the window, pretending to find the
twittering birds interesting.
Draco made a derisive noise behind her,
and she heard him leave the Common Room. She sighed, and leaned back in the
chair, wondering what the meeting
tonight was going to be about.
A/N *sighs* chapter two is done. It is
also shorter.. sorry about that. I just haven't been able to write much in the
events of this week. This chapter is dedicated to those who have suffered from
the Terrorist Attacks on Tuesday, September 11.