Disclaimer: Okay I used someone else's song, so I have to give the credit. The song is called 'S Fáááágaim mo Bhaile. It was came out back in 1989 and is by Enya.




Chapter Seven: Meeting a Slanaitheoir.



Draco sat at his desk, which was set up in the far corner of his unwelcoming room. The room walls were like a dungeon, cold and harsh to the touch. His entire room had a damp chill to it. His four poster bed had black canopy and bed curtains that flood delicately to the ground. His bed sheets were a deep forest green with silver linings on the edges of the material. He had text books pilled up beside his bed, and a bottle of ink and a quill sitting on top of a small bedside table. The room had very little light, and only a small window. Draco's father was able to pay the school board enough money so that his son would be able to have the privacy of his own dormitory. Back in the corner Draco held his quill in one hand and rubbed his soar jaw with the other. He was writing by candle light on a piece of parchment that had DCM in a metallic, calligraphy, and in black ink read a letter to his father.


Father,

I am sending you this owl, in hope that it reaches you before Dumbledore's letter does. I have just been realised from the hospital wing, where Madam Pomfrey fixed my broken jaw and my cracked rib. As you probably have guessed. I was in a fight last night. I will not go into the details of what happened, because I'm sure that, that muggle loving fool, has already told you. All I have to say for myself father, is that I'm truly sorry. I have disgraced the family name. On a final note, I have decided I will get revenge on the muggle born girl Missy Mcra.

Your Son,

Draco Claec Malfoy


Draco folded the letter up neatly, with one hand, while using the other to melt a stick of green candle wax. He flipped the letter over and wiped the gooey substance onto it, then slammed down a rubber stamp, that had the Malfoy family cress on it.



"Hope you like my letter father." Was all he said while he tied it to his falcon's paw and let it loose into the morning air. From Draco's bedroom window he could see Harry Potter and his gang of miscreants walking toward Hagrid's hut down at the edge of the forest. Then Harry stopped for a second and turned. He was looking in the direction of Draco, but then looked away when a fourth person came running to catch up.




~~~~~~******~~~~~~Down at Hagrid's Hut~~~~~~******~~~~~~~~




"Harry wait up!" Missy yelled while running across Hogwarts grounds trying to catch up. Harry stopped and turned to see who was calling his name and smiled as he saw the girl, who had beaten the Canary cream out of him last night.

"Morning Missy!" He said cheerfully. When she reached Harry she smiled back at him and started to walk.

"So how long are you going to be in detention for?" Harry asked.

"Oh only tonight." She replied with a big grin.

"What? You only got one detention for beating up the 'Head Boy'?" Harry said with such surprise. "Man I should try that one day!"

"Harry you know you'd get like a year's worth of detentions for doing that." Missy said with somewhat of a serious voice.

"Yeah I know. But it's fun to think about it." He said making Missy smile. "So why only one night's worth?" He asked.

"Because they're blaming it on my mother and grandmothers' death. Professor Dumbledore said it just my way of acting out on what their passing as done to me." Missy explained in an odd voice. Almost as if it were a lie.

"Your parents are dead?" Harry question. It was the first time he's ever met another orphan like himself.

"Well, my mom and grandma are. I don't know about my father. My mom use to tell me that he didn't even know I excited."

"My parents are dead too." Harry said with a sad voice. "Voldermort killed them when I was just over a year old." Harry continued.

Missy didn't say anything. She remembered what her mother had once told her of a Lord named Voldermort. She started to stare off into the woods a head of her and got this dazed look on her face. She closed her eyes for a split second and images flashed like a picture show on high speed through her head, then everything came into focus.




~~~Flashback~~~

In a quant little house back in Canada, Missy mother sat at a table sipping a cup of coffee.

"I just don't know what to do." Her mother said into to thin air, then took a sip from her cup. Missy was in the dark shadows of the kitchen door, just out of view of her mother. At the kitchen sink was her grandmother, washing the dishes from dinner. It was just dust outside, and the sun was creating a burning red sky.

"Do what you've been doing for the last three years Isobella." Her grandmothers' voice echoed.

"What hid and pretend like nothing is happening? I can't keep doing that mother." Isobella said with s sad discouraged face.

"Do you want to risk your daughters life?" Snapped her grandmother.

"Mother! I can't believe you just said that! I moved here to protect Missy from what was happening. But we can't stay hidden away like this forever! He'll find us one day." Isobella wanted to scream at her mother, but knew she shouldn't. Isobella's mother was about too replied when came the sleepy little voice from the shadows of the doorway.

"Who's gonna find us mamma?" Missy heard a younger version of herself say, as she stumbled over to her mother chair. Isobella picked the small girl up into her arms and held her tight.

"Nobody, looking for us sweety. Don't worry your sweet face about it." Her mother said saw she ran her fingers through, the short brown hair that Missy had. "Nobody at all."




~~~~End Flashback~~~~~

Missy still had her eyes set on the dark forest a head or her.

"Missy?" A voice came through to her. "Missy? Are you okay?" The voice asked again. Finally Missy shook her head and blinked taking her gaze of the forest. She looked around, to not only find Harry looking worriedly at her, but Ron and Hermione's faces as well.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just zoned out for a moment there." She said half-heartedly, and a fake, smile on her face.

"Missy most people don't zone out for almost five minutes at a time!" Hermione said, fully not believing Missy reason. "You looked like you were on another planet."

"Just a memory." She said then started toward Hagrid's hut. Missy had yet to meet Hagrid, or his unusual pets. As the foursome walked to the hut, a group of Slytherin's pushed by them almost knocking Hermione off her feet, because she was carrying so many text books.

"Gees's I wish they would watch where their going." She said quietly to herself, but the other three heard her anyway.

"So Missy, are you ready for your first, Care of Magical Creatures class?" Ron asked nervously. Missy looked back at him and smiled.

"Ron, why do I make you so nervous?" She asked fully knowing she wasn't going to get an answer. And she was right. He mumbled then walked a head of the rest of them.

"Is he always like that?" Missy asked to no one in particular.

"Na, only with you." Harry responded with a smiled winking knowingly at Missy then ran to catch up with Ron.

"What?" Missy responded. Hermione, let out a small giggle, then started to walk to the class herself. Missy kept her puzzled look on her face as she walked to the hut as well. Soon the class was starting and this man came out who, was more then eight feet in height and all around big. From the top of his head, down to about his chest had to have been covered with dark messy black hair. The only part of his, face that was visible were his eyes. They were like squinting black beetles.

"Good morn' class." He spoke with a tick accent. Part of the class nodded in acknowledgment while the others just grunted something. "Ter'day, we'll be working with the Slanaitheoir's. If everyone 'ould pair off, well get star'ted." Everyone jumped at the words of pairing off.

Harry and Ron were working together. Hermione and Juno were already hard at work. It seemed that everyone had partnered up before Missy had a chance to notice. She stood there feeling very awkward, and very much like the new girl in class she was. She didn't want to look stupid in front of the class, so she kept to herself and acted like she had a partner. Hagrid, handed out a small animal, that looked something like a grey wolf cub. Missy took a pure white fluffy one under her arm and went where she hoped nobody could see her. She walked over behind Hagrid's hut and sat down on the ground leaning up against a fence. She played with the animal like she would a puppy.

"You're a cut little thing." She said as she was playing with its tail. The Slanaitheoir rolled around on the ground, putting it paws up into the air, and playfully extended a set of very sharp looking claws.

"Aw you think your all big and tough." Missy cooed. She walked over to it and picked the thing up into her arms then walked back to the fence, but this time she sat on top of the fence, holding the fluffy white creature in her arms. The creature started to fight the grip Missy had on it fur, and try to wiggle its way through her arms. She smiled to herself, then started to sing.

" 's faagaim mo bhaile. Taa mo chroise go broon, 's fad ar shiuul m'oogle." She sang softly in a sweet voice. The Slanaitheoir started to roll into a ball in her arms and purr to the sound of her voice.

"Oiiche 's mee liom feein. Speeartha dubh go domhain, a choiich. Ag cuimhneamh ar leatha a bhii gan ghaa agus gan ghuraim. Eeistim leis an ghaoth Uaigneas moor, go deo, a choiich." Missy's voice started to grow a little quieter as she thought about her mother. She was so engrossed in the song that she hadn't notice the crowed that had gathered around her.

"Deireadh an turas moor, taaim broonach, buartha 's briste. I mo dhiaidh nach mbeidh niios moo, ach taa see i ndaan duuinn, a phaaistii. Ach, taa see i ndaan duuinn, a phaaistii." Missy looked up from where she was sitting on the fence to see a see of faces memorized in what she was singing. Even Hagrid was watching what she was doing. The Slanaitheoir was now sleeping in her arms, no longer purring to the sound of her voice. Missy was about to stop singing because she was embarrassed about being caught.

"Please don't stop." A voice came out. Missy looked shocked, she couldn't tell where it came from but knew new it was somebody in the group who was listening. She looked down into the eyes of some of the other people and saw Hermione, face caught between a happy place and a saddened place.

"Is fada anois an laa a d'fhaag mee mo bhaile. Niil aatthas i mo shaol. Niil ann ach an marbh. Niil ann ach an marbh." She finished and everyone just left. Nobody new what to say, or what to think. The words of the song, were memorizing at yet strange. No one was able to understand what she sung, but still the words of the music would stay with them forever.

"Where did you learn that?" Hermione asked while taking the Slanaitheoir, from her arms. Missy looked confused for a moment, then looked sadly down at the ground.

"My mother, use to sing it to me." She said, then jumped down from the fence.

"It's very pretty. What does it mean?"

"Um . . . well." Missy stuttered with the words. "I don't really know. I can't remember what the words mean."

"Do you know why you started to sing to the Slanaitheoir?" Hermione pushed the line of questioning further.

"No. I just sung." That was all Missy said. Over in the corner not far behind Missy stood four pairs of cold scary eyes.

"Draco, why must we watch them like this?" Pansy questioned irritably. "I mean were not going to be able to do anything from back here, and you know what Hagrid will do." She warned.

"Pansy?" Came Draco's voice.

"Hmm?"

"Shut your mouth." Was all he said. Pansy quickly closed her gapping mouth and looked over to see Crabe and Goyle snickering at her. They both seemed to stop, rather abruptly when she pointed her wand their way. Draco watched the group laugh and talk amongst themselves. Hermione playfully pushed Ron into Missy who went tumbling down to the ground. Ron helped her back, even tho it was rather hard, because of her giggling. He saw her swing her very long brown hair over her shoulders. Part of it was done in a half braid to keep it out of her eyes. Draco could see the tips of her jeans under her robes.

'Looks like you still don't understand the dress code, mudblood.' He said to himself with a small snicker.

"What's so funny Draco?" Goyle's voice came out.

"You'll see." Draco said as he grabbed three flowers from a tree that was in full bloom and walked over to where the four were laughing.

"Good morning." His voice sneered at all of them. They all turned to look at him. Three set's of unhappy eyes glared and the fourth just watched.

"Are you back for more?!" The fourth set said, bright and happily.

"No I came to apologize for what happened yesterday." He said looking directly at Missy. Ron and Harry started to laugh. Both Missy and Hermione shot them angry looks.

"Have a sudden, change of heart Mr Malfoy?" Hermione questioned his actions.

"You could say that." He said while handing both of the girls a flower each. Hermione looked suspiciously at the flower and at him. 'What are you up to Malfoy?' She thought to herself but kept a smiled on her face.

"Why thank you." Missy said, then turned her back on him and looked to see both Harry and Ron on the ground because they were laughing so hard. Tears poured down Ron's face, while Harry held his sides because he was laughing so hard. By this time Hermione had turned around as well to watch the two boys. Not sure if she should start laughing herself or keep an eye on Malfoy. This was all the time Draco need to get even with Missy for what she pulled last night. He transfigured the third flower into a pair of scissors, and while to two girls watched Ron and Harry laugh themselves silly on the floor Malfoy made his attack. In one swift mood he cut in part of her braided hair and caught it as if fell into his hands to make sure no one would see what he had just done. Missy hadn't noticed a thing being done at the back of her head, because she was starting to laugh herself at Ron and Harry and how out of control they were. Some of the Gryffindor's had come to see what the problem was, but only found the two grown boys rolling around on the ground. From behind Missy, Draco raised the long braid with his one hand and lowered it down beside her face, so she could just barely see it. Hermione was trying to help Harry get off the ground when he looked up to see the evil smile of Draco Malfoy, holding a long brown braid. Missy saw the look in Harry's eyes and looked to the side of her head and saw, her beautiful brown hair in the hands of that monster. She ran her fingers down her hair and found that her once hair that once went passed her ass, had been copped off. The braid Draco held in his hand had to have been more than two feet long. Missy swung around, anger filled her sea green eyes and she glared at Malfoy.

"You- you- you." She couldn't get the words out of her mouth. She was lost for what to say. Her head was telling her to knock him out, but her heart was telling her to just turn and walk away. She raised on hand, and it looked like she was going to smack him across the face. Even Malfoy's eyes got a little worried when he saw her hand start to move, but all she did was grab the hair from his hands. She started to walk away, when something made her turn and look at Malfoy. But her eyes went past him. To a shadow in the dark. Something came back to her, something she had wanted to forget. Draco saw the hatred in Missy's eyes suddenly become fear. She looked like a little child, who had just seen a ghost. Draco put out his hand to her and said, "Missy?" Ron, Harry and Hermione looked when they heard Draco call her name, but it was too late. Missy's body was falling to the ground. When her body landed on the ground, she started to go into fits of seizures.