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Halley's Story: Chapter 2
Halley stared at the slip of paper-millions of thoughts immediately ran through her head in a blur...."Why?" "Does he even play quidditch?" "I certainly wasn't of thinking about Potter!" "This can't be happening…." "Will I be taking my classes at Hogwarts?" "What about my Dark Magic studies?" "I wonder if he's cute..." "How in the world am I supposed to find something interesting about Potter? Everyone knows about him and the Dark Lord..."
She was, after all, a Malfoy… to think about a Potter in any other way except being a piece of filth was against the Malfoy code of Honor, but for some reason, she didn't care.
"Wow-you sure are lucky, Hall'-The way my parents ramble on about his triumph over you-know-who, you'd think he saved the universe from Alien Abductions!" exclaimed Vicky.
"The way my folks ramble on and on about him, you'd think he's a criminal master-mind…" Halley replied, rather gloomily. "My Father isn't going to like this…." She added.
"If you really want to do Harry Potter, I can always forge a signature-I'm better than any mischief maker in all Europe at those kinds of things." Vicky commented quietly.
It was true; great as they were as the fifth and sixth Messrs. of Hogwarts, Fred and George had quite a bit of competition for mischief-making against Victoria Dintorv.
"I guess-at least I didn't get some dull, old geezer!"
They both laughed.
"If you two don't stop that chit-chat, I'm going to have to separate you!" declared Professor Amber.
***
After classes, Victoria and Halley headed toward the River Dorms to pack. This was where they slept. The other girls' room was the Mountain Dormitories, and the boys slept in either the Glacial Dorm or the Forest Dorm.
"You think I should just take my whole trunk? I can't think of anything I could leave behind, except for these old Daily Prophet newspapers…." Halley said as she rummaged through all her things.
"Might as well, you're going to a school-I hear Potter's a 5th year-same year as you, Halley! Maybe you'll sleep in the same Dorm!"
"Nah, I don't think so-you know how dumb someone'd have to be to let the girls and guys sleep in the same room?"
"Well, you can't help hoping…"
"Hey, look at this!" Halley had just discovered one of her old Dark Arts books for beginners. "You think they'll let me bring it?"
"They don't even learn the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, Hall-you could be really popular if you brought that!"
***
After packing, (Halley had finally decided to bring Exploring and Learning the Dark Arts, Intermediate and Advanced versions, as well as A History of Durmstrang and its founder, and all her other school books) Halley and Vicky were still sitting in the girl's bathroom forging signatures. Halley just had to do a Harry Potter report, she couldn't quite put her finger on the reason; perhaps they knew each other in another life or something, she thought.
Vicky seemed to be an expert at forging signatures; she had a whole list of questions she was asking.
"Now, does your father have a standard signature? You know, a big, loopy L with what looks like a bunch of UN-dotted Is or is it all normal-looking and neat?"
"The second one, Vicky."
"Okay, do you have one with you?"
"Yeah, hang on, I'll get it. Accio Letter!"
Soon enough, a parchment letter was zipping down the hall. Halley reached out, and grasped it in her hand.
"This is the one that I got the other day." Halley voiced. Her eyes scanned the letter.
Halley~
Here is this week's Sunday Prophet. I want you to read the articles I outlined, and would like you to send me a report restating the articles in your own words…
I want you to re-write all of this week's lessons on the dark arts and send them to Draco. I want him to keep up with the studies that he's missing at the Mud-Blood-filled school…
Make sure you keep your mother and me updated on all of the things you are learning. I don't want you behind the others; it puts a bad impression on our family…
Your father
It was funny, Halley's father, Lucius, never put "Love Always," or "Sincerely yours," or even "Yours Truly," before his name at the end of a letter. In fact, Halley couldn't remember any sign of love towards his daughter, and played favorites. Seemed to pamper Draco all the time! He also made sure that she always referred to him as "My father." It made her wonder, but she later got used to the plain, old Your fathers at the end of all her letters, and her eyes skipped over it this time.
"Oh, man! Why does he never write his name at the end of letters? Always the same 'your father' after every, single, solitary, letter! How am I supposed to know what his signature looks like?" Vicky was becoming frustrated.
"I wish I could help you, here, let me try to do it-then you can copy it…" Halley said as she seized a quill lying nearby. She bit her lip as she said, "it looks a bit like…."
Lucius Malfoy Halley said as she scribbled onto Vicky's neon parchment. (It was a shade of "glowing green" at the moment.)
"Like this?" said Vicky as she tried to do the same onto the now "Shocking Pink" paper. It turned out like:
Lucius Malfoy
"It's more of a…."
Lucius Malfoy Halley scrawled onto the "Electric Yellow" note.
"You mean like…" Vicky started to giggle, and when Halley looked at the green-again paper it read:
LUCIUS mALfOY
Halley rolled into laughter.
"Okay, let me try again-like this?
Lucius Malfoy
"Not quite as loopy, but you've got the idea."
"Okay Halley, we are in business!"
Vicky was clearly a professional at this- she seemed to know exactly what to do! First, she took the bright yellow paper and placed it underneath the parchment. Then, she dug through her bag and took out a glass vile containing a thick, clear liquid, which she spread onto the parchment permission slip with her fingers. The gooey liquid appeared to be some kind of potion that makes things temporarily transparent, Halley concluded. Not before long, the yellowish paper started to glow blue, then fade and appear almost transparent-just enough to see the black ink underneath it that was the signature that Vicky had forged. She took out a special quill ("I put a load of hexes and charms on it so that teachers won't know that I used it to forge or cheat!" Vicky exclaimed quietly. She evidently was very proud of her you-can't-tell-if-I-cheated quill.) And traced the signature onto the slip.
"Vicky, you are a genius! I could never could've done that myself!" Halley said in awe.
"Well, I've had a lot of practice-you learn a lot with twin brothers as your only siblings…" Vicky finished with a bit of an "I'm proud of my work and accomplishments" sort of tone.
"Wow, you must know every trick in the book!" Halley was awed at Vicky's talent for trouble-making.
"Well, not all-Yesterday I learned that a hand in warm water gets you a wet bed!"
***
There was a panicked crowd nearby-She could hear their frightened voices outside of the room. They seemed to be terrified of something…
Who's that?
"No, please, spare them!"
"Get out of the way!" commanded a fierce voice-not a normal voice, but one that was high pitched, snake-like and sent shivers down your spine…
Halley could only see the back of the person in front of her…it was a red-head wearing robes of faded turquoise and was pleading with a dark, shadowed figure she couldn't make out…
"I won't leave." You could definitely hear the panic in her voice, even though she was trying to sound brave-it was almost as if she knew what was coming…
Then, just like in the dreams before, a piercing shriek filled her head, and the woman fell to the floor with a thud.
"AAAAARRRGGH! " shrieked Halley. Blankets drenched in cold sweat, heart pounding 100 miles an hour, and the adrenaline pumping through her veins, Halley woke with a start. She had had dreams like this before, and all of them made her heart pound.
"What? Huh?" said one of the girls groggily.
It was Rae-one of the girls that Vicky and Halley shared their dorm with.
"Rae, it's that dream again-" Halley said, you could hear the panic in her voice.
"Oh…I think we'd better start taking these seriously-If I'm not mistaken, aren't you having more of them lately? Tell me about your dreams, okay Hall'?
After calming down a bit, Halley managed to tell her friends her story. It wasn't long, but she was scared that the woman in front of her could've been…well…her. Every one of the people that she told about her dreams thought that Halley and the person who screamed in her dreams looked remarkably alike. Although Halley was a brunette and the other was a redhead, they did have a bit of a resemblance according to Halley's descriptions.
"…Just like the others…I think I know who the shadowy figure was, Hall', but I don't think you want to know…"
"Who, then?"
"Well, I think it was...well…I think it was You-Know-Who…the Dark Lord…Mister Voldemort…the guy who everyone who doesn't know a deatheater as a friend despises…and that one person who has a knack for making everyone scream if he walks into Hog's Head."
Halley showed a wry smile. Although she knew that Rae was trying to be funny, she couldn't stop thinking about her dream.
"What if it's an omen? I think you're gonna die." someone stated.
"Be an optimist!" another girl said as she elbowed her friend. "What if it's telling us that Halley's going to be a martyr and is about to die for all her friends in order to save the world?"
"That's not any better!" Halley revolted. She put her head in her hands and started rub her forehead with her sweaty palms. "Face it you guys-there's nowhere she can go-my father doesn't care if I die or not, and we all know what he can do to mum if he finds a letter like that…"
"I think you should just go on this exchange trip and write to us if anything else comes, okay Hal'?" and Vicky patted her on the back.
***
It was early morning, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast. The three of them were in high spirits, in fact, all of the Gryffindors were. They had won a Quidditch game the other night, and that meant that they would be playing in the finals-for the House Cup.
"Wow, Harry, that capture was superb!" Ron commented.
"I can't believe it-it's your-" Hermione started counting off her fingers and said, "6th win in a row!"
"Your quidditch skills have really improved since you first started playing, that feint was superb!" Ron commented.
"Thanks!" Harry voiced.
As the three of them walked down to the hall, many congratulations were shot Harry's direction. "Great game, Potter!" and "Superb playing!" were some of them.
Everyone was happy, and they turned into the great hall to hear a lot of clatter coming from all four tables. The Potter Three headed past the Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and sat down at the Gryffindor table where Cheese omelets and Danish bacon were waiting to be eaten.
"Excuse me, students! I have an announcement to make-We hold the honor of receiving a student from Durmstrang here to do a report for her History of Magic class." Ron and Harry's faces started grinning to hear that she was a girl and not some burly boy like they've seen for the Triwiard.
"She is in Sixth Year," Both of them went ecstatic.
"Her name is Halley-"
"Wonderful name, doncha think?" Ron whispered to Harry.
"Malfoy." It was a funny moment-to see the faces of those two boys-from happy to excited to ecstatic to totally bummed out and confused.
"What!?!?!?!" Ron blurted out, "That's not right! Either Malfoy has a sister we never heard about, or Malfoy's a really common name that doesn't always refer to blood-sucking invertebrates…" Ron turned an angry red-his family and the Malfoys absolutely loathed eachother.
"Yeah, well-it's probably the second one, sure hope it's not the first."
Both of them turned their almost-sour faces toward the Slytherin table, and to their surprise, Draco Malfoy was as shocked as they were.
*** (Cut to Slytherin table)
"That is not right-" Malfoy was astonished at that proclamation.
"Do you know that Halley Malfoy person?" Pansy Parkinson questioned
"Of course I know her-she's my sister. What I want to know is: How did she get my-our father's permission…" This was the first time Malfoy looked puzzled.
"So you do know her." Said Vincent Crabb
"Yes, Crabb, I do know my own sister, and I do know that my-our-father would not give his permission for her to come here, and I do know that you're so slow, you'd hold a slug back in a three-legged race." Malfoy said sarcastically.
Crabb stared cluelessly at him.
Malfoy smirked back.
*** (Cut back to Gryffindor table)
"Looks like they're as shocked as we are," said Harry through narrowed eyes. He couldn't stop glaring at them.
"I don't trust them you guys," Hermione said, "I think they're up to something. Look at Malfoy-the look on his eyes…."
"Just what I need-something to ruin my day." Ron said glumly. He had his rarely-seen-I-can't-believe-that-there's-more-than-two-Malfoys-and-we're-stuck-with-them-both expression on.
***
That day at the train station, the air was thick with good-byes. Everywhere, there seemed to be echoing good-byes and Send me an owls. Rae, Halley, and Vicky were just exchanging their Good luck on your reports when Halley got pulled aside by one of her professors. It was Professor Faiten, the Divination teacher. She presumably had something on her mind and was about to tell her something important, but Halley didn't take notice of it.
"Yes, Professor?"
"Halley, I-" Began Faiten, but she was cut off by the train's whistle.
"All aboard!" called the conductor.
"Sorry, professor! I've gotta go!" and Halley climbed into her compartment.
She sat down, gave a sigh, and looked around her empty compartment. Halley gave a sigh, and fell into a deep sleep.
***
Well, Halley's on her way to friendships, family, discovery, and presumably danger-but let's not get into that right now. In the next chapter, Malfoy meets Potter/Weasley/Granger. No one's sent me any requests yet, so I don't know what you guys want…weather it's Draco-in-leather, or something else!!
Thank you to Cassandra Claire, the twins, a wandering Robotic Chicken, Adam, Bananabread, and my dreams for giving me the ideas to this story, and this chapter!