Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and his posse.
A/N: This story takes place in Grodic Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin's
time.
A young ten year old girl stood on the balcony of the large castle overlooking the large treacherous mountains. She hated hanging out at the castle with all of the young wizards and witches. The one she hated most of all was the daughter of Grodic Gryffindor. Maylynn was so cheerful. Skylar hated that. Maylynn was a year older than Skylar. " Hullo, Skylar," Skylar heard from behind her. Maylynn. " I thought I said I wanted to be left alone," she called back to Maylynn. Maylynn walked up and leaned on the rail right besides Skylar. " You know for being the daughter of one of the Hogwarts four you are pretty stupid. I said leave me alone. That means scram, shoo, just get away from me."
Maylynn looked hurt. " I thought maybe you wanted to hang out. We could play croquet or marbles." She answered. " Skylar Slytherin does not play muggle games. Period." Skylar snapped. Maylynn looked like she was about to cry. Tears were welled up in her bright blue eyes. "I just wanted to be friends." Maylynn sobbed. " Think again. We are not friends. We are enemies. I want to ruler of this school someday. Daddy deserves this school. Purebloods deserve this school. Not Mudbloods like your parents want. Now I am leaving don't follow me." Skylar snapped. She walked down the long spiral staircase. She could hear Maylynn's sobs from all the way inside the castle. She felt no remorse for making the crybaby cry. This school would fall apart if someone like Maylynn inherited it. Skylar flipped her long blonde hair. It was tied up in pigtails with two black ribbons. The ribbons matched her black dress and black tights. Her pale skin and perfect blonde hair contrasted with her dark wardrobe. She headed towards her room. She lived at the castle since her parents taught there year round. Skylar hated it. She preferred the manor where they lived before they moved into the castle with the Ravenclaws, Gryffindors, and Hufflepuffs.
Skylar took a small silver key out of her pocket and inserted it in the rusted keyhole. Even though the school was only opened a few years earlier, the castle was centuries old. The only good thing about the castle in her opinion was the attic. Skylar had learned a lot of magic from books previous owners left behind. Skylar looked into her bedroom. Everything was black, silver, or green. She hopped onto her bed and stared out the window. She liked looking into the lake. The water was so pretty. It was a crystal clear blue color. Skylar squinted. She noticed something glistening in the lake. Skylar grabbed her bedroom key and raced out of the castle. She got down to the lake shore and found the object that she saw from her window. She couldn't quite reach it so she jumped into the icy cold lake water. She grasped the object with her frozen fingers and swam towards shore. When she got onto the shore she fumbled for her wand. She summoned a blanket and a few seconds later a black blanket came soaring out of a fourth floor window. She wrapped herself in the wooly blanket and headed back towards the stairs to the attic.
A young ten year old girl stood on the balcony of the large castle overlooking the large treacherous mountains. She hated hanging out at the castle with all of the young wizards and witches. The one she hated most of all was the daughter of Grodic Gryffindor. Maylynn was so cheerful. Skylar hated that. Maylynn was a year older than Skylar. " Hullo, Skylar," Skylar heard from behind her. Maylynn. " I thought I said I wanted to be left alone," she called back to Maylynn. Maylynn walked up and leaned on the rail right besides Skylar. " You know for being the daughter of one of the Hogwarts four you are pretty stupid. I said leave me alone. That means scram, shoo, just get away from me."
Maylynn looked hurt. " I thought maybe you wanted to hang out. We could play croquet or marbles." She answered. " Skylar Slytherin does not play muggle games. Period." Skylar snapped. Maylynn looked like she was about to cry. Tears were welled up in her bright blue eyes. "I just wanted to be friends." Maylynn sobbed. " Think again. We are not friends. We are enemies. I want to ruler of this school someday. Daddy deserves this school. Purebloods deserve this school. Not Mudbloods like your parents want. Now I am leaving don't follow me." Skylar snapped. She walked down the long spiral staircase. She could hear Maylynn's sobs from all the way inside the castle. She felt no remorse for making the crybaby cry. This school would fall apart if someone like Maylynn inherited it. Skylar flipped her long blonde hair. It was tied up in pigtails with two black ribbons. The ribbons matched her black dress and black tights. Her pale skin and perfect blonde hair contrasted with her dark wardrobe. She headed towards her room. She lived at the castle since her parents taught there year round. Skylar hated it. She preferred the manor where they lived before they moved into the castle with the Ravenclaws, Gryffindors, and Hufflepuffs.
Skylar took a small silver key out of her pocket and inserted it in the rusted keyhole. Even though the school was only opened a few years earlier, the castle was centuries old. The only good thing about the castle in her opinion was the attic. Skylar had learned a lot of magic from books previous owners left behind. Skylar looked into her bedroom. Everything was black, silver, or green. She hopped onto her bed and stared out the window. She liked looking into the lake. The water was so pretty. It was a crystal clear blue color. Skylar squinted. She noticed something glistening in the lake. Skylar grabbed her bedroom key and raced out of the castle. She got down to the lake shore and found the object that she saw from her window. She couldn't quite reach it so she jumped into the icy cold lake water. She grasped the object with her frozen fingers and swam towards shore. When she got onto the shore she fumbled for her wand. She summoned a blanket and a few seconds later a black blanket came soaring out of a fourth floor window. She wrapped herself in the wooly blanket and headed back towards the stairs to the attic.