1 Skies of Gray
1.1 Part 2
Ara sat down in Potions scowling. Her cousin darted one look at her before sliding away. They were only a week into the school year and already, the Slytherins knew when to back off. Sighing, she shot a glance over at the Gryffindors. Ron Weasley was trying to feel Hermoine Granger up while at the same time trying to look innocent. Harry Potter was busy pretending not to notice. Boring. Hell, the Slytherins could have an orgy and they wouldn't even notice.
Just then Professor Snape swept into the room. He was as greasy haired as ever according to Ron's whispers from across the room. Ara was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't really notice Snape until he was standing right over her.
"Ms. Montgomery."
Ara snapped to attention. "Ma'am?" she clapped a hand over her mouth.
Snape began to turn purple. "What did you say?"
"I said 'Man'. It's very disrespectful and all that hogwash so I feel terribly bad." Ara adopted a British accent that would have made Queen Elizabeth proud. And her eyes conveyed just the right amount of respect, fear and sorrow to make Snape swell importantly.
"Just make sure it doesn't happen again."
Ara nodded contritely. "Of course, sir." she stuck out her tongue the instant his back was turned. "Slimeball." she muttered.
Ara concentrated on adding ingredients to her cauldron. Suddenly noticing the students around her she hissed, "Longbottom, if you add that now, your potion will explode in your Gryffindor face."
Neville, who was about to add extract of wormwood, froze. "What's next then?" he whispered frantically.
"The snake scales." she whispered back. "One at a time!"
After successfully finishing Potions, the American headed for her least favorite class. Defense Against the Dark Arts. In her rush to get there on time, she nearly knocked over the man who taught that class.
"I would hardly think my class is that important to you that you would fell the need to run to it." Remus said, amused. "Is it?"
Ara shook her head. "Nope. I just promised my uncle I wouldn't cut or be late for classes this year."
"Ah, yes. The ever critical Lucius." he grimaced. "Well if ever you feel the need to cut a class, mine is open."
She gaped at him. "You know Lucius?"
"I went to school with him." Remus disliked this topic immensely. He could still remember the first time he'd met Lucius Malfoy.
***** Remus had just met James and Sirius, when Lucius came strolling up. From the moment they had met the two had immediately hated each other.
"Another friend to add to your collection, Potter?" Lucius sneered.
"Another goon to add to your garden, Malfoy?" Sirius asked sweetly, referring to the greasy haired boy behind him.*****
Remus was suddenly aware of Ara watching him quite intently. Like Draco, he found it very unnerving.
"Is it true?" she asked suddenly. "Are you a werewolf?"
Out of all the things he'd expected her to say, that was not one of them. She seemed to know it too. Her head tilted to the side and she seemed to be amused by the whole conversation. "Yes." That was all he said.
Ara nodded satisfied. "I thought so, even before Draco mentioned it."
"Perhaps you ought to get to class before me," he said changing the subject.
Ara shrugged. "Okay." she turned and began to walk off. "Oh and Professor?"
"Yes?"
"I wouldn't worry too much about what everyone else says," she started to walk backwards so she could see Remus. "After all what do they know about werewolves that they haven't learned in books? Absolutely nothing." Her blue eyes sparkled. "Of course no one would ever admit to being a werewolf. Nor would they admit that they were related to one. Therefore a lot of people will play dumb." she arched one thin black eyebrow. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say, Professor?"
Not bothering to wait for an answer she disappeared around the corner, leaving her professor in a state of confusion. After about five minutes of being confused Remus walked toward his class. When he entered the class there was silence. Ara caught his gaze and smirked. Her eyes were clearly asking if he cared. But at the same time they were- What were they? Sympathetic? Angry? All knowing? He was inclined to believe the last one.
"I'll start by collecting the essays you were assigned to do last week." he announced.
Ara handed her essay forward, still not releasing his gaze. She didn't know if he noticed but his eyes were slowly turning yellow. It was usually a sign of strong emotion. Suddenly she smiled. He was confused. He was very confused. This was going to be an interesting class after all.
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Ginny walked away from Medical Studies grinning. She had just been told that she was to help Professor O'Neil with an experiment he was working on. Unfortunately she would also be working with Professor Snape. She frowned. If it weren't for him it would probably be her favorite class. Her thoughts ended abruptly however when Draco Malfoy ran around the corner. Then-
SLAM!
Both students went crashing to the floor. Draco stood and pulled Ginny to her feet.
"Listen, Weasley," he looked around almost frantically. "If my cousin asks if you've seen me tell her you haven't."
Ginny smirked. "Why Malfoy if I didn't know any better I'd say you were scared."
His head snapped around to glare at her. "I'm not scared of Ara." Ginny crossed her arms and smirked. "I'm terrified."
"Terrified?" she looked incredulous. "Why?"
He sighed. "I don't have to explain anything to you, Weasley."
"Then I saw you."
He began to glare again. "You should have been in Slytherin."
"I know. Now spill!"
"Ara is a bit well edgy."
"Edgy?"
"She takes everything personally. Even comments that aren't meant for her. Do you know what I'm talking about?"
"So you insulted her." Ginny grinned. "You are in a lot of trouble, Malfoy."
"Don't I know it." He ran a hand through his silver blond hair. "I just hope my father doesn't find out about this."
"Oh, right." She actually sneered. "Daddy wouldn't be happy that his little Death-Eater son is running from a girl."
"I don't know why I tried to explain it to you." He growled, angry for letting down his guard in front of her.
She glanced over his shoulder. "Run. Or else Ron will kill you."
"MALFOY!"
A/N: What's gonna happen? Any more guesses? And people…. FLAME! They will be used to heat my house during the winter.
1.1 Part 2
Ara sat down in Potions scowling. Her cousin darted one look at her before sliding away. They were only a week into the school year and already, the Slytherins knew when to back off. Sighing, she shot a glance over at the Gryffindors. Ron Weasley was trying to feel Hermoine Granger up while at the same time trying to look innocent. Harry Potter was busy pretending not to notice. Boring. Hell, the Slytherins could have an orgy and they wouldn't even notice.
Just then Professor Snape swept into the room. He was as greasy haired as ever according to Ron's whispers from across the room. Ara was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't really notice Snape until he was standing right over her.
"Ms. Montgomery."
Ara snapped to attention. "Ma'am?" she clapped a hand over her mouth.
Snape began to turn purple. "What did you say?"
"I said 'Man'. It's very disrespectful and all that hogwash so I feel terribly bad." Ara adopted a British accent that would have made Queen Elizabeth proud. And her eyes conveyed just the right amount of respect, fear and sorrow to make Snape swell importantly.
"Just make sure it doesn't happen again."
Ara nodded contritely. "Of course, sir." she stuck out her tongue the instant his back was turned. "Slimeball." she muttered.
Ara concentrated on adding ingredients to her cauldron. Suddenly noticing the students around her she hissed, "Longbottom, if you add that now, your potion will explode in your Gryffindor face."
Neville, who was about to add extract of wormwood, froze. "What's next then?" he whispered frantically.
"The snake scales." she whispered back. "One at a time!"
After successfully finishing Potions, the American headed for her least favorite class. Defense Against the Dark Arts. In her rush to get there on time, she nearly knocked over the man who taught that class.
"I would hardly think my class is that important to you that you would fell the need to run to it." Remus said, amused. "Is it?"
Ara shook her head. "Nope. I just promised my uncle I wouldn't cut or be late for classes this year."
"Ah, yes. The ever critical Lucius." he grimaced. "Well if ever you feel the need to cut a class, mine is open."
She gaped at him. "You know Lucius?"
"I went to school with him." Remus disliked this topic immensely. He could still remember the first time he'd met Lucius Malfoy.
***** Remus had just met James and Sirius, when Lucius came strolling up. From the moment they had met the two had immediately hated each other.
"Another friend to add to your collection, Potter?" Lucius sneered.
"Another goon to add to your garden, Malfoy?" Sirius asked sweetly, referring to the greasy haired boy behind him.*****
Remus was suddenly aware of Ara watching him quite intently. Like Draco, he found it very unnerving.
"Is it true?" she asked suddenly. "Are you a werewolf?"
Out of all the things he'd expected her to say, that was not one of them. She seemed to know it too. Her head tilted to the side and she seemed to be amused by the whole conversation. "Yes." That was all he said.
Ara nodded satisfied. "I thought so, even before Draco mentioned it."
"Perhaps you ought to get to class before me," he said changing the subject.
Ara shrugged. "Okay." she turned and began to walk off. "Oh and Professor?"
"Yes?"
"I wouldn't worry too much about what everyone else says," she started to walk backwards so she could see Remus. "After all what do they know about werewolves that they haven't learned in books? Absolutely nothing." Her blue eyes sparkled. "Of course no one would ever admit to being a werewolf. Nor would they admit that they were related to one. Therefore a lot of people will play dumb." she arched one thin black eyebrow. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say, Professor?"
Not bothering to wait for an answer she disappeared around the corner, leaving her professor in a state of confusion. After about five minutes of being confused Remus walked toward his class. When he entered the class there was silence. Ara caught his gaze and smirked. Her eyes were clearly asking if he cared. But at the same time they were- What were they? Sympathetic? Angry? All knowing? He was inclined to believe the last one.
"I'll start by collecting the essays you were assigned to do last week." he announced.
Ara handed her essay forward, still not releasing his gaze. She didn't know if he noticed but his eyes were slowly turning yellow. It was usually a sign of strong emotion. Suddenly she smiled. He was confused. He was very confused. This was going to be an interesting class after all.
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Ginny walked away from Medical Studies grinning. She had just been told that she was to help Professor O'Neil with an experiment he was working on. Unfortunately she would also be working with Professor Snape. She frowned. If it weren't for him it would probably be her favorite class. Her thoughts ended abruptly however when Draco Malfoy ran around the corner. Then-
SLAM!
Both students went crashing to the floor. Draco stood and pulled Ginny to her feet.
"Listen, Weasley," he looked around almost frantically. "If my cousin asks if you've seen me tell her you haven't."
Ginny smirked. "Why Malfoy if I didn't know any better I'd say you were scared."
His head snapped around to glare at her. "I'm not scared of Ara." Ginny crossed her arms and smirked. "I'm terrified."
"Terrified?" she looked incredulous. "Why?"
He sighed. "I don't have to explain anything to you, Weasley."
"Then I saw you."
He began to glare again. "You should have been in Slytherin."
"I know. Now spill!"
"Ara is a bit well edgy."
"Edgy?"
"She takes everything personally. Even comments that aren't meant for her. Do you know what I'm talking about?"
"So you insulted her." Ginny grinned. "You are in a lot of trouble, Malfoy."
"Don't I know it." He ran a hand through his silver blond hair. "I just hope my father doesn't find out about this."
"Oh, right." She actually sneered. "Daddy wouldn't be happy that his little Death-Eater son is running from a girl."
"I don't know why I tried to explain it to you." He growled, angry for letting down his guard in front of her.
She glanced over his shoulder. "Run. Or else Ron will kill you."
"MALFOY!"
A/N: What's gonna happen? Any more guesses? And people…. FLAME! They will be used to heat my house during the winter.