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A/n: here's the second part. I could not have done it without Nicole's help. Dedicated to Regina.
Wish Upon A Genie
Chapter 3 (Part B)
1st September
Dear Journal,
Now what? Today is the first day of school and my first entry to this new book. A present from Professor Snape. Crabbe, Goyle and the others are sure to wonder where I am. Then again... maybe not. They were never really friends to me, just bodyguards. Not that I really care if they remember me or not. Now this is weird. I feel like it would be nice to have someone to care for me, like a friend. Damn Potter! He has all the luck. Friends who care for him, parents who loved him. Yet for every good thing there has to be a bad thing. His parents are dead not to mention the world's most dangerous sorcerer after him. But that is what made him famous in the first place. But hah! Who the hell would care about what I feel or what I have to go though. I've so many problems. Which brings me to my greatest worry. What's going to happen to me when the Slytherins find out I'm the one who killed my father. Oh well, if things get too unbearable I can always overcome my problems. The solution? Death. Probably the only thing that I can accept with open arms. I've already asked Dumbledore and he has agreed to allow me to stay in my room during the feast in the hall tonight. Yes, I have my own room. Dumbledore gave separate rooms to the most hardworking person in each year, in each house. At least there will be a delay of a few hours before meeting the Slytherins. I hope against hope that nothing horrible will happen.
Yours truly,
Draco Malfoy
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She was sitting facing the window, slumped in her seat. There was an air of mischief about her. Harry, Hermione and Ron stood at the doorway not knowing what to do. Harry took the responsibility of checking if she was awake. He crept over to the window and peered over her arm at her face. He turned around to face the others.
"She is asleep," he whispered to them. They nodded and with great caution they entered and stored their luggage on the racks. Then two books were taken out, "How To Excel Potions" and "The Secrets Of The Best Seekers" for Hermione and Harry respectively. Ron just contented himself by staring at the girl. Hermione and the girl sat on one side, Harry and Ron on the other side, Harry facing Hermione, Ron facing the girl. She looked a year younger than them. She wore a tight fitting dark silver top, which showed the curves and a pair of black baggy pants. She also had on a black leather trench coat, a pair of dark grey sport shoes a frameless shades. Her dark brown hair was in a high ponytail and a few stands framed her face. A few strands on the left side of her face were streaked silver. She had high cheeks bones (but her cheeks were full), flawless skin, a small delicate nose and full lips. Due to the shades he could not see her eyes.
She could be the devil, thought Ron, with all that black and dark colours. But she's hot I must say. Wonder what her name is. Just then she stirred awake.
She opened her eyes to face a red head in a white muscle tee, brown khakis and light grey sport shoes. Her mouth fell open when she saw there were two others.
"Oh I am frightfully sorry. I must be intruding your compartment. I'll go right now." And with that she stood up and reached for her bag on the rack above her.
"Wait!" Hermione stood up too. "Don't apologise. We were the ones intruding here. You were here first. So now may I ask if we can share the compartment?" the girl lowered her shades and looked from Hermione to Ron to Harry. She stared a bit longer at Harry before looking back at Hermione. She pushed back her shades, nodded and sat back down again. Ron and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Her gaze penetrated right through them. It was like being scrutinized by McGonagall. The girl just sat there staring out the window.
She was a bit weird but not really in that sense, thought Harry. A bit more mysterious. Instead of moving her eyes to his scar (he was sure she knew who he was), she just stared at him, her piercing gaze seeming to read his thoughts.
In his mind Ron was going over her voice through his head over and over. It was like the tinkling of bells. She was as pretty as an angel, he thought. Then suddenly the girl spoke.
"Thank you Ron for that compliment. It's the most nicest encouraging thing I've heard today." She turned to look at him with a sad smile. "Oh and Harry? I wouldn't think such things if I were you." Both of the boy's mouths fell open.
"Suddenly taken into mind that you two are frogs?" asked Hermione looking up from her book. Noting their astonished faces she gave an exasperated sigh. "Don't look at me like that. You want to know what I know I suggest you ask her." She jerked her thumb towards the girl. "And close your mouths. A fly might just make up its mind and fly into your mouths." That made them close their mouths.
Hermione turned to the girl. "I know it's useless but let's just introduce ourselves for fun, laughter, peace and joy. My name is Hermione Melantha Granger. These two dimwits here," jerking her head in the direction of Harry and Ron, "are my two best friends Harry James Potter and Ronald Brendan Weasley."
"Hey wait a minute!" argued Harry and Ron. "We're not dimwits and just what do you mean it is useless to introduce ourselves and just who are you and why are you two rolling your eyes?"
" The answer to your first question is because I am a genie. The second is my name is Crescent Serpiente Spin and I come from the Genie Academy, which is in America. You will learn more about me later on. The third answer is that you two are completely idiots and are acting so." She smirked at the sight of the two of them gaping at her.
Then Harry turned to Hermione. "How did you know?"
"Harry. If you've read as many books as I have, which you have not, you will know that genies, all of them have special birthmarks, which signify something." At this point she turned to Crescent. "Do you mind showing the dimwits what they so clearly missed?"
"Not at all." Crescent turned sideways and pushed down the collar of her trench coat on the right side. There, plainly visible, on the side of her neck, was a small blue crescent moon with two wavy green lines going across it and a silver swirl next to the moon.
"Um.. you said it is suppose to signify something, Hermione?" asked Ron.
"I'll answer that. Every genie has a different picture or should I say symbol. The blue crescent moon stands for my first name "Crescent" and shows that I am mysterious. The wavy green lines are snakes and stand for the second part of my name "Serpiente". That is snake in Spanish. It shows that I am cunning. The silver swirl is a standard symbol which shows that I am a genie," finished Crescent.
"Wow" was all they could say.
"So do you grant wishes?"
"Ron!" scolded Harry and Hermione.
"Yes, I'm sure Weasel would like to wish for more money," drawled a voice. The four of them looked up to see Pansy Parkinson standing at the doorway over shadowed by Crabbe and Goyle.
"What do YOU want?" asked Crescent as though Pansy was a rotten apple (which indeed is true).
"Oh!" Pansy's eyes widened at the sight of crescent. "It's YOU." With that she, Crabbe and Goyle left them to peace and quiet.
"What was that about?" asked Ron.
"Oh nothing. Just that we had a quarrel at the platform just now and I made her look like an idiot in front of everyone." Everyone started laughing. Soon they were on the floor gasping for breath. "Here let me treat you all," offered Crescent when the lunch trolley came. So they spent 20 minutes eating in silence. She had bought a lot, admitting that she hadn't eaten for 12 hours.
"So Crescent, can you grant wishes and are there any magical stuff you can do as a genie?" questioned Harry when they finally finished.
"Well, I'm not supposed to grant wishes unless they are emergency wishes, but yes, I can grant wishes. Magical stuff, huh. Well hmmmm... I can read minds and I don't need a wand to perform magic. I also know almost everything I want to know. Other than that I don't think there is anything else. Of course, older genies can do more but I'm still young so my magic is limited. Unfortunately," she put on a pouting face.
"So why did you come here, to school, if you already know everything?" questioned Harry further.
"Discipline problems," she answered, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "They say I'm to wild. Just because I do an average of 10 pranks a day. I must be the only person in the whole academy who knows the whole building inside out."
"The reincarnation of Fred and George," whispered Ron in awe. "Ten pranks a day? Sheesh you are good."
"Well just a word of advice. Try not to do ANY pranks in Hogwarts 'cause that will make the whole house you're in suffer," cautioned Hermione.
"That's why they got me a mentor," Crescent told them.
"Mentor?" they asked in unison.
"A guard you could say. A..." she got no further. Just then there was a screech and a falcon swooped in. The trio ducked, just missing the sharp talons. It landed on Crescent's outstretched arm. It was silky black with a few silver feathers. It had a pair of piercing blue eyes. It was Crescent's.
"What's that?" asked Ron.
"It's a falcon silly," said Hermione.
"Oh, right," he answered sheepishly.
"And by the looks of it, a peregrine falcon I believe?" she questioned Crescent.
"Yes. His name is Ryan. You want to hold him?" she asked Hermione.
"Ok." Ryan flew over and landed on her arm. Then suddenly he hopped from her arm to the floor. Then in front of all of them, he changed into a handsome young boy around 18 years with sleek brown hair, piercing blue eyes, which were constantly alert and observant. He was wearing pure silver muggle clothes with silver shoes to match it. All four of them stared at him open mouthed.
Ron was thinking they must have died and this was an angel while Harry thought this boy was a ghost. Crescent was surprised he wanted to actually show himself while Hermione gazed at him in awe. It was that cute instructor from the surfing class.
"Ryan?" she asked incredulously. "It's you isn't it?" It was now Crescent's turn to gape at Hermione.
"You know him?" she asked slightly amazed.
"Yeah. He was my surfing instructor during the summer holidays." She went pink. " I didn't know we would meet again. I sort of missed you." She directed this to Ryan. He raised his eyebrows in slight shock while Ron, Harry and Crescent looked at her flabbergasted. Then they exchanged glances, an understanding look. Clearly Hermione had fallen for the guy.
"That's my mentor," she told them, clearly disgusted with Hermione's attitude.
He was very much like Crescent in her character. Always voicing his honest opinion, he managed to charm them all. Finally he stood. "Well I must go. Getting close to Hogwarts. Good luck Cres." With that he transformed into the falcon and flew out the window. Five minutes later, the four sat in their seats, dressed in their robes, chatting excitedly.
"Cres!" exclaimed Ron, staring at her hair.
"What?"
"Your streak! It's changed colour!" for sure enough, the silver had become green.
"Oh, yeah well. That was due to some charm that went wrong. The streak shows my emotions. It should be green 'cause that shows I'm excited. An unfortunate, complete giveaway to my feelings." She ended it with an exasperated sigh. "Come on. We've arrived."
They alighted, the trio going in the direction of the carriages, Crescent following Hagrid.
It was a pleasant trip across the lake, the water being very calm. Finally they reached the school. As usual, Professor McGonagall waiting for the first years and of course, Crescent. She explained the whole system about the houses then brought them into the hall. The rest of the school was waiting for them. After all the first years had been sorted, the only one left was Crescent. The whole hall was now staring at her.
Dumbledore stood up and cleared her throat. "Attention girls and boys. Today we have the honour of adding a new pupil. She comes from the Genie Academy," he paused to let the murmuring settle down which had started when he told them where she had come from, "and yes, she is a genie to those who are wondering. She is a fifth year but is going to take classes with the sixth years and she is highly, ahem, intelligent. None of you are to bully her," he told them, shattering the hopes of many who had become hopeful at the sound of the word 'genie'. "No one is to ask her to grant wishes. So now I've made that clear, Ms Crescent Spin will now be sorted."
At this she walked to the stool and placed the hat over her head. There was a brief pause. Then the slit, which was the sorting hat's mouth, opened.
"SLY-GRYFFINDOR!" There was a pause before the whole school applauded wildly. Crescent staggered down the steps in a dazed way. She reached the Gryffindors table and threw herself into the seat, completely oblivious to everyone around her. Then Dumbledore stood up again to tell everyone to 'tuck in'.
Everyone was though rally enjoying their dinner, except crescent. She suddenly had this pitfall feeling in her stomach and gripped something around her neck. The trio had noticed her actions but delayed their questions until later. Finally after finishing their dinner (in which crescent didn't eat anything, saying she felt sick), everyone left to go to their houses. Once everyone had been left to do what they wanted before lights out, the three bombarded her with questions.
"Alright, ALRIGHT! I see there's no hiding anything from you three." She then reached for her neck and pulled out a pendant. It was round with the yin and yang sign a background. On that was a 's' inside of a 'c'. A snake circled the pendant. They stared at it for a few seconds before Ron looked up.
"What is it?"
"A pendant given to me by my childhood friend. He has one something like this but instead of a snake it is a dragon. That's his name anyway. I get this feeling when he's around. He died when his house burned down in the middle of the night, six years ago." Her voice was barely a whisper now.
There was an uncomfortable silence before Ginny came and broke it. She had come to bring crescent to bed. McGonagall had put her in charge of Cres. They said good night and left for their rooms. The minute her head touched the pillow, crescent fell asleep in an instant.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She awoke and quickly dressed, trying to push back the feeling, which was still there. When she got to the common room, the three were already waiting for her. They started a conversation about quidditch, a topic Crescent knew nothing about surprisingly. When they entered the hall, Ron's shoelaces somehow undid themselves, right in front of the Slytherin table. He called the others who were in front to hold up. Harry, Hermione, Ginny turned around to wait for him, still laughing from a joke. Crescent was slow in turning, her eyes feasting over the four tables full of students. Her eyes swept over the Slytherin table towards Ron when something happened. Grey blue eyes interlocked with dark grey eyes.
Crescent gasped.
A/n: there done! To see her necklace go to http://www.geocities.com/genie_crescent/ever_watchful_shadows.html
Keep an eye out for her birthmark, which is coming up soon. Thx 2 every1! Those who have or haven't reviewed. I'll be going to Australia so there won't be an update on the story till later. Enjoy!
A/n: here's the second part. I could not have done it without Nicole's help. Dedicated to Regina.
Wish Upon A Genie
Chapter 3 (Part B)
1st September
Dear Journal,
Now what? Today is the first day of school and my first entry to this new book. A present from Professor Snape. Crabbe, Goyle and the others are sure to wonder where I am. Then again... maybe not. They were never really friends to me, just bodyguards. Not that I really care if they remember me or not. Now this is weird. I feel like it would be nice to have someone to care for me, like a friend. Damn Potter! He has all the luck. Friends who care for him, parents who loved him. Yet for every good thing there has to be a bad thing. His parents are dead not to mention the world's most dangerous sorcerer after him. But that is what made him famous in the first place. But hah! Who the hell would care about what I feel or what I have to go though. I've so many problems. Which brings me to my greatest worry. What's going to happen to me when the Slytherins find out I'm the one who killed my father. Oh well, if things get too unbearable I can always overcome my problems. The solution? Death. Probably the only thing that I can accept with open arms. I've already asked Dumbledore and he has agreed to allow me to stay in my room during the feast in the hall tonight. Yes, I have my own room. Dumbledore gave separate rooms to the most hardworking person in each year, in each house. At least there will be a delay of a few hours before meeting the Slytherins. I hope against hope that nothing horrible will happen.
Yours truly,
Draco Malfoy
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She was sitting facing the window, slumped in her seat. There was an air of mischief about her. Harry, Hermione and Ron stood at the doorway not knowing what to do. Harry took the responsibility of checking if she was awake. He crept over to the window and peered over her arm at her face. He turned around to face the others.
"She is asleep," he whispered to them. They nodded and with great caution they entered and stored their luggage on the racks. Then two books were taken out, "How To Excel Potions" and "The Secrets Of The Best Seekers" for Hermione and Harry respectively. Ron just contented himself by staring at the girl. Hermione and the girl sat on one side, Harry and Ron on the other side, Harry facing Hermione, Ron facing the girl. She looked a year younger than them. She wore a tight fitting dark silver top, which showed the curves and a pair of black baggy pants. She also had on a black leather trench coat, a pair of dark grey sport shoes a frameless shades. Her dark brown hair was in a high ponytail and a few stands framed her face. A few strands on the left side of her face were streaked silver. She had high cheeks bones (but her cheeks were full), flawless skin, a small delicate nose and full lips. Due to the shades he could not see her eyes.
She could be the devil, thought Ron, with all that black and dark colours. But she's hot I must say. Wonder what her name is. Just then she stirred awake.
She opened her eyes to face a red head in a white muscle tee, brown khakis and light grey sport shoes. Her mouth fell open when she saw there were two others.
"Oh I am frightfully sorry. I must be intruding your compartment. I'll go right now." And with that she stood up and reached for her bag on the rack above her.
"Wait!" Hermione stood up too. "Don't apologise. We were the ones intruding here. You were here first. So now may I ask if we can share the compartment?" the girl lowered her shades and looked from Hermione to Ron to Harry. She stared a bit longer at Harry before looking back at Hermione. She pushed back her shades, nodded and sat back down again. Ron and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Her gaze penetrated right through them. It was like being scrutinized by McGonagall. The girl just sat there staring out the window.
She was a bit weird but not really in that sense, thought Harry. A bit more mysterious. Instead of moving her eyes to his scar (he was sure she knew who he was), she just stared at him, her piercing gaze seeming to read his thoughts.
In his mind Ron was going over her voice through his head over and over. It was like the tinkling of bells. She was as pretty as an angel, he thought. Then suddenly the girl spoke.
"Thank you Ron for that compliment. It's the most nicest encouraging thing I've heard today." She turned to look at him with a sad smile. "Oh and Harry? I wouldn't think such things if I were you." Both of the boy's mouths fell open.
"Suddenly taken into mind that you two are frogs?" asked Hermione looking up from her book. Noting their astonished faces she gave an exasperated sigh. "Don't look at me like that. You want to know what I know I suggest you ask her." She jerked her thumb towards the girl. "And close your mouths. A fly might just make up its mind and fly into your mouths." That made them close their mouths.
Hermione turned to the girl. "I know it's useless but let's just introduce ourselves for fun, laughter, peace and joy. My name is Hermione Melantha Granger. These two dimwits here," jerking her head in the direction of Harry and Ron, "are my two best friends Harry James Potter and Ronald Brendan Weasley."
"Hey wait a minute!" argued Harry and Ron. "We're not dimwits and just what do you mean it is useless to introduce ourselves and just who are you and why are you two rolling your eyes?"
" The answer to your first question is because I am a genie. The second is my name is Crescent Serpiente Spin and I come from the Genie Academy, which is in America. You will learn more about me later on. The third answer is that you two are completely idiots and are acting so." She smirked at the sight of the two of them gaping at her.
Then Harry turned to Hermione. "How did you know?"
"Harry. If you've read as many books as I have, which you have not, you will know that genies, all of them have special birthmarks, which signify something." At this point she turned to Crescent. "Do you mind showing the dimwits what they so clearly missed?"
"Not at all." Crescent turned sideways and pushed down the collar of her trench coat on the right side. There, plainly visible, on the side of her neck, was a small blue crescent moon with two wavy green lines going across it and a silver swirl next to the moon.
"Um.. you said it is suppose to signify something, Hermione?" asked Ron.
"I'll answer that. Every genie has a different picture or should I say symbol. The blue crescent moon stands for my first name "Crescent" and shows that I am mysterious. The wavy green lines are snakes and stand for the second part of my name "Serpiente". That is snake in Spanish. It shows that I am cunning. The silver swirl is a standard symbol which shows that I am a genie," finished Crescent.
"Wow" was all they could say.
"So do you grant wishes?"
"Ron!" scolded Harry and Hermione.
"Yes, I'm sure Weasel would like to wish for more money," drawled a voice. The four of them looked up to see Pansy Parkinson standing at the doorway over shadowed by Crabbe and Goyle.
"What do YOU want?" asked Crescent as though Pansy was a rotten apple (which indeed is true).
"Oh!" Pansy's eyes widened at the sight of crescent. "It's YOU." With that she, Crabbe and Goyle left them to peace and quiet.
"What was that about?" asked Ron.
"Oh nothing. Just that we had a quarrel at the platform just now and I made her look like an idiot in front of everyone." Everyone started laughing. Soon they were on the floor gasping for breath. "Here let me treat you all," offered Crescent when the lunch trolley came. So they spent 20 minutes eating in silence. She had bought a lot, admitting that she hadn't eaten for 12 hours.
"So Crescent, can you grant wishes and are there any magical stuff you can do as a genie?" questioned Harry when they finally finished.
"Well, I'm not supposed to grant wishes unless they are emergency wishes, but yes, I can grant wishes. Magical stuff, huh. Well hmmmm... I can read minds and I don't need a wand to perform magic. I also know almost everything I want to know. Other than that I don't think there is anything else. Of course, older genies can do more but I'm still young so my magic is limited. Unfortunately," she put on a pouting face.
"So why did you come here, to school, if you already know everything?" questioned Harry further.
"Discipline problems," she answered, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "They say I'm to wild. Just because I do an average of 10 pranks a day. I must be the only person in the whole academy who knows the whole building inside out."
"The reincarnation of Fred and George," whispered Ron in awe. "Ten pranks a day? Sheesh you are good."
"Well just a word of advice. Try not to do ANY pranks in Hogwarts 'cause that will make the whole house you're in suffer," cautioned Hermione.
"That's why they got me a mentor," Crescent told them.
"Mentor?" they asked in unison.
"A guard you could say. A..." she got no further. Just then there was a screech and a falcon swooped in. The trio ducked, just missing the sharp talons. It landed on Crescent's outstretched arm. It was silky black with a few silver feathers. It had a pair of piercing blue eyes. It was Crescent's.
"What's that?" asked Ron.
"It's a falcon silly," said Hermione.
"Oh, right," he answered sheepishly.
"And by the looks of it, a peregrine falcon I believe?" she questioned Crescent.
"Yes. His name is Ryan. You want to hold him?" she asked Hermione.
"Ok." Ryan flew over and landed on her arm. Then suddenly he hopped from her arm to the floor. Then in front of all of them, he changed into a handsome young boy around 18 years with sleek brown hair, piercing blue eyes, which were constantly alert and observant. He was wearing pure silver muggle clothes with silver shoes to match it. All four of them stared at him open mouthed.
Ron was thinking they must have died and this was an angel while Harry thought this boy was a ghost. Crescent was surprised he wanted to actually show himself while Hermione gazed at him in awe. It was that cute instructor from the surfing class.
"Ryan?" she asked incredulously. "It's you isn't it?" It was now Crescent's turn to gape at Hermione.
"You know him?" she asked slightly amazed.
"Yeah. He was my surfing instructor during the summer holidays." She went pink. " I didn't know we would meet again. I sort of missed you." She directed this to Ryan. He raised his eyebrows in slight shock while Ron, Harry and Crescent looked at her flabbergasted. Then they exchanged glances, an understanding look. Clearly Hermione had fallen for the guy.
"That's my mentor," she told them, clearly disgusted with Hermione's attitude.
He was very much like Crescent in her character. Always voicing his honest opinion, he managed to charm them all. Finally he stood. "Well I must go. Getting close to Hogwarts. Good luck Cres." With that he transformed into the falcon and flew out the window. Five minutes later, the four sat in their seats, dressed in their robes, chatting excitedly.
"Cres!" exclaimed Ron, staring at her hair.
"What?"
"Your streak! It's changed colour!" for sure enough, the silver had become green.
"Oh, yeah well. That was due to some charm that went wrong. The streak shows my emotions. It should be green 'cause that shows I'm excited. An unfortunate, complete giveaway to my feelings." She ended it with an exasperated sigh. "Come on. We've arrived."
They alighted, the trio going in the direction of the carriages, Crescent following Hagrid.
It was a pleasant trip across the lake, the water being very calm. Finally they reached the school. As usual, Professor McGonagall waiting for the first years and of course, Crescent. She explained the whole system about the houses then brought them into the hall. The rest of the school was waiting for them. After all the first years had been sorted, the only one left was Crescent. The whole hall was now staring at her.
Dumbledore stood up and cleared her throat. "Attention girls and boys. Today we have the honour of adding a new pupil. She comes from the Genie Academy," he paused to let the murmuring settle down which had started when he told them where she had come from, "and yes, she is a genie to those who are wondering. She is a fifth year but is going to take classes with the sixth years and she is highly, ahem, intelligent. None of you are to bully her," he told them, shattering the hopes of many who had become hopeful at the sound of the word 'genie'. "No one is to ask her to grant wishes. So now I've made that clear, Ms Crescent Spin will now be sorted."
At this she walked to the stool and placed the hat over her head. There was a brief pause. Then the slit, which was the sorting hat's mouth, opened.
"SLY-GRYFFINDOR!" There was a pause before the whole school applauded wildly. Crescent staggered down the steps in a dazed way. She reached the Gryffindors table and threw herself into the seat, completely oblivious to everyone around her. Then Dumbledore stood up again to tell everyone to 'tuck in'.
Everyone was though rally enjoying their dinner, except crescent. She suddenly had this pitfall feeling in her stomach and gripped something around her neck. The trio had noticed her actions but delayed their questions until later. Finally after finishing their dinner (in which crescent didn't eat anything, saying she felt sick), everyone left to go to their houses. Once everyone had been left to do what they wanted before lights out, the three bombarded her with questions.
"Alright, ALRIGHT! I see there's no hiding anything from you three." She then reached for her neck and pulled out a pendant. It was round with the yin and yang sign a background. On that was a 's' inside of a 'c'. A snake circled the pendant. They stared at it for a few seconds before Ron looked up.
"What is it?"
"A pendant given to me by my childhood friend. He has one something like this but instead of a snake it is a dragon. That's his name anyway. I get this feeling when he's around. He died when his house burned down in the middle of the night, six years ago." Her voice was barely a whisper now.
There was an uncomfortable silence before Ginny came and broke it. She had come to bring crescent to bed. McGonagall had put her in charge of Cres. They said good night and left for their rooms. The minute her head touched the pillow, crescent fell asleep in an instant.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She awoke and quickly dressed, trying to push back the feeling, which was still there. When she got to the common room, the three were already waiting for her. They started a conversation about quidditch, a topic Crescent knew nothing about surprisingly. When they entered the hall, Ron's shoelaces somehow undid themselves, right in front of the Slytherin table. He called the others who were in front to hold up. Harry, Hermione, Ginny turned around to wait for him, still laughing from a joke. Crescent was slow in turning, her eyes feasting over the four tables full of students. Her eyes swept over the Slytherin table towards Ron when something happened. Grey blue eyes interlocked with dark grey eyes.
Crescent gasped.
A/n: there done! To see her necklace go to http://www.geocities.com/genie_crescent/ever_watchful_shadows.html
Keep an eye out for her birthmark, which is coming up soon. Thx 2 every1! Those who have or haven't reviewed. I'll be going to Australia so there won't be an update on the story till later. Enjoy!