Saia sighed, and rolled her eyes. Her father was preaching at her again.
Not even death could stop this madman... "And be sure you don't go messing
with that Thomas boy. He is evil. I heard he goes to Saint Mungo School
for Incurably Criminal Boys. He is, after all, only around during the
summer. And be sure-"
"Dudley," a melodious voice cut in, "give her some room to breathe. She's only eleven, after all." A graceful woman came in, brown hair tied back in a simple ponytail, green eyes shimmering with laughter.
Dudley stammered, and mumbled a simple apology. "I'm sorry, Saia. Sorry, Hermione."
Saia's eyes widened at her mother. She couldn't remember anything about her, not even from a picture. "Mother? Am I dreaming?"
"Yes, dear," she responded. "You are. But I have come to warn you. Beware of your father, Saia. He is not dead, and he wants what was taken from him." Suddenly, her mother disappeared, but her voice still echoed around her. "Beware, daughter, beware of-"
"SAIA!!!"
~*~*~
A voice jolted her from her dreams. "Saia, get up! You'll be late to class!"
She opened her eyes, dream forgotten. A short girl stood over her, dark brown hair, ice blue eyes. "Saia, get your lazy arse up! I don't want to miss breakfast because of you, either!"
"Who the bloody hell are you?" Saia mumbled as she rolled out of bed.
"I am this week's morning riser," she said. "It's my job to make sure we are all on time." Saia mumbled as she changed into her daily robes. "I'm sorry, I missed that..."
She turned back to the girl, who jumped in surprise. "I said you are too fucking happy! It's too goddamn early for anyone to be bugging me! It's a shit load of nonsense to be on time to eat!"
Saia stood there, panting, wondering why she had burst out like that. She had only been trying to remember her dream, and those stupid comments came out. She opened her mouth to apologize, but a hand was extended from the girl. "Ravyn Stardancer. Welcome to Slytherin." She took the hand gingerly, and tried to apologize again, but was cut off by Ravyn. "I'm a third year. No one in Slytherin has been late to any class in about one hundred fifty years, and we don't plan on starting this year. And just for future reference, I'm not happy, it's just a mask I wear in public."
The two girls left for the Great Hall, and began to gather the last few bits of Slytherins who were not ready to go yet. While walking, they came upon a tall black student with a maroon and gold emblem of a lion on his robes. He was tormenting another student, a first year from the train with fire red hair. Ravyn moved between the two students, and shoved the taller one in the chest. "Jameth Matthews! You leave her alone!"
Jameth took a step closer to the girls, and sneered down at them. "Sorry, Ms. I-need-to-control-the-universe, I was just asking this young lady how she slipped out of being a Gryffindor. You know we've had all the Weasleys for the past three decades." He looked behind Ravyn, to the new girl. "How have you been serving the Dark Lord lately?" he spat at her. Ravyn whipped out her wand, and quickly muttered under her breath, but nothing happened. Jameth began to roar with laughter. "What the bloody hell is 'A nightly date is a nightly date'? Why don't you try a real spell next time?" He was still laughing, and set off towards the Great Hall. Someone behind Ravyn started to yell after him, but was quickly silenced at the scene that began to unfold a short way down the hall. Jameth was kneeling before a suit of armor, serenading it, with a song of everlasting love. After a minute or two of off key music, the knight punched the kneeling student and stalk one way, while the estranged Gryffindor ran the other way, crying.
The group of Slytherins began to laugh. Saia managed to be heard over the giggles (she was making), "Ravyn, what did you do?"
"It's a spell that makes him chase the skirts of knights! A nightly date, become a knightly date!"
The laughter was renewed, and exercised thoroughly. After it calmed down a bit, Ravyn spoke again. "Saia, this is Kathering Weasley. Kate, this is Saia Dursley."
They shook hands, and Kate talked for the first time. "Saia," her sweet voice echoed, "what's up with the HP scar? You didn't even get it in the right place."
Saia blushed, and it seemed that it had just dawned on the other Slytherins to ask about the scar, as well. "Yeah, what's up?" "You an HP fanatic?" "You know that since the Dark Lord was destroyed, Harry's novelty wore off, right?"
She blushed a deeper shade of red, and mumbled quietly about what she was told. About how her father died. About how her mother killed him. (She didn't know why, but that explanation felt wrong.) And about how she was now the Girl Who Lived.
The people crowded around her, trying to hear, but unable. When she finished, people chorused for her to tell the story again, but louder, so as all to hear, but a soft male voice from behind her stopped them, "Don't worry about it, guys. She just likes the way the scar looks." She turned around, blinking at James, who had spoken.
"You heard me?"
He nodded, as Ravyn and Kate spoke up as well. "But I think it was just us three, no one else did."
The troupe of Slytherins continued on their way, when Ravyn spoke up again. "Don't worry, Saia. You'll be safe with us Slytherins..."
~*~*~
Draco stood at the doorway to the Great Hall, waiting for his house's arrival. They were fashionably on time, or in Modern English, LATE! He began to impatiently pace, worried that they may be late to class as well. When the first girl, a third year named Ravyn Stardancer, stepped around the corner, he let his temper fly.
"Stardancer, give me a good reason not to deduct ten points from Slytherin for you being late!"
"I'll give you three, Professor. One, it's the first day of school; there aren't any points yet. Two, we were helping Kathering Weasley get away from a bloody Gryffindor who was tormenting her. Three, your clock is fast, we are ten minutes early."
Draco looked the girl over once more. She reminded him of... A younger him. He let a rare smile escape from his lips, and spoke once more. "Ten points to Slytherin, for Stardancer's quick wit and answer." She bowed graciously, and mumbled quick thanks. "Are we all here?"
"Yes, Professor Malfoy, everyone's here."
He scanned the crowd quickly, spotting Saia standing nervously behind the third year. He winked at her, making a grin spread across her face. He turned to the doors to the Great Hall, and led his students to their table. HE glanced at the teachers' table, where he would go in a matter of minutes, and smirked at the disdainful look given to him by the great Harry Potter, who seemed to look rather green.
Once all his students were situated around the table, he made his way to his seat next to Harry. "Good morning, Potter. Sleep well?"
Harry glared at him, making him smirk once more. "Malfoy, you know very well how I slept. At least, you should, considering you put Kool-Aid in the shower nozzle!"
"Come on, Potty, you know green brings out your eyes!"
"Dudley," a melodious voice cut in, "give her some room to breathe. She's only eleven, after all." A graceful woman came in, brown hair tied back in a simple ponytail, green eyes shimmering with laughter.
Dudley stammered, and mumbled a simple apology. "I'm sorry, Saia. Sorry, Hermione."
Saia's eyes widened at her mother. She couldn't remember anything about her, not even from a picture. "Mother? Am I dreaming?"
"Yes, dear," she responded. "You are. But I have come to warn you. Beware of your father, Saia. He is not dead, and he wants what was taken from him." Suddenly, her mother disappeared, but her voice still echoed around her. "Beware, daughter, beware of-"
"SAIA!!!"
~*~*~
A voice jolted her from her dreams. "Saia, get up! You'll be late to class!"
She opened her eyes, dream forgotten. A short girl stood over her, dark brown hair, ice blue eyes. "Saia, get your lazy arse up! I don't want to miss breakfast because of you, either!"
"Who the bloody hell are you?" Saia mumbled as she rolled out of bed.
"I am this week's morning riser," she said. "It's my job to make sure we are all on time." Saia mumbled as she changed into her daily robes. "I'm sorry, I missed that..."
She turned back to the girl, who jumped in surprise. "I said you are too fucking happy! It's too goddamn early for anyone to be bugging me! It's a shit load of nonsense to be on time to eat!"
Saia stood there, panting, wondering why she had burst out like that. She had only been trying to remember her dream, and those stupid comments came out. She opened her mouth to apologize, but a hand was extended from the girl. "Ravyn Stardancer. Welcome to Slytherin." She took the hand gingerly, and tried to apologize again, but was cut off by Ravyn. "I'm a third year. No one in Slytherin has been late to any class in about one hundred fifty years, and we don't plan on starting this year. And just for future reference, I'm not happy, it's just a mask I wear in public."
The two girls left for the Great Hall, and began to gather the last few bits of Slytherins who were not ready to go yet. While walking, they came upon a tall black student with a maroon and gold emblem of a lion on his robes. He was tormenting another student, a first year from the train with fire red hair. Ravyn moved between the two students, and shoved the taller one in the chest. "Jameth Matthews! You leave her alone!"
Jameth took a step closer to the girls, and sneered down at them. "Sorry, Ms. I-need-to-control-the-universe, I was just asking this young lady how she slipped out of being a Gryffindor. You know we've had all the Weasleys for the past three decades." He looked behind Ravyn, to the new girl. "How have you been serving the Dark Lord lately?" he spat at her. Ravyn whipped out her wand, and quickly muttered under her breath, but nothing happened. Jameth began to roar with laughter. "What the bloody hell is 'A nightly date is a nightly date'? Why don't you try a real spell next time?" He was still laughing, and set off towards the Great Hall. Someone behind Ravyn started to yell after him, but was quickly silenced at the scene that began to unfold a short way down the hall. Jameth was kneeling before a suit of armor, serenading it, with a song of everlasting love. After a minute or two of off key music, the knight punched the kneeling student and stalk one way, while the estranged Gryffindor ran the other way, crying.
The group of Slytherins began to laugh. Saia managed to be heard over the giggles (she was making), "Ravyn, what did you do?"
"It's a spell that makes him chase the skirts of knights! A nightly date, become a knightly date!"
The laughter was renewed, and exercised thoroughly. After it calmed down a bit, Ravyn spoke again. "Saia, this is Kathering Weasley. Kate, this is Saia Dursley."
They shook hands, and Kate talked for the first time. "Saia," her sweet voice echoed, "what's up with the HP scar? You didn't even get it in the right place."
Saia blushed, and it seemed that it had just dawned on the other Slytherins to ask about the scar, as well. "Yeah, what's up?" "You an HP fanatic?" "You know that since the Dark Lord was destroyed, Harry's novelty wore off, right?"
She blushed a deeper shade of red, and mumbled quietly about what she was told. About how her father died. About how her mother killed him. (She didn't know why, but that explanation felt wrong.) And about how she was now the Girl Who Lived.
The people crowded around her, trying to hear, but unable. When she finished, people chorused for her to tell the story again, but louder, so as all to hear, but a soft male voice from behind her stopped them, "Don't worry about it, guys. She just likes the way the scar looks." She turned around, blinking at James, who had spoken.
"You heard me?"
He nodded, as Ravyn and Kate spoke up as well. "But I think it was just us three, no one else did."
The troupe of Slytherins continued on their way, when Ravyn spoke up again. "Don't worry, Saia. You'll be safe with us Slytherins..."
~*~*~
Draco stood at the doorway to the Great Hall, waiting for his house's arrival. They were fashionably on time, or in Modern English, LATE! He began to impatiently pace, worried that they may be late to class as well. When the first girl, a third year named Ravyn Stardancer, stepped around the corner, he let his temper fly.
"Stardancer, give me a good reason not to deduct ten points from Slytherin for you being late!"
"I'll give you three, Professor. One, it's the first day of school; there aren't any points yet. Two, we were helping Kathering Weasley get away from a bloody Gryffindor who was tormenting her. Three, your clock is fast, we are ten minutes early."
Draco looked the girl over once more. She reminded him of... A younger him. He let a rare smile escape from his lips, and spoke once more. "Ten points to Slytherin, for Stardancer's quick wit and answer." She bowed graciously, and mumbled quick thanks. "Are we all here?"
"Yes, Professor Malfoy, everyone's here."
He scanned the crowd quickly, spotting Saia standing nervously behind the third year. He winked at her, making a grin spread across her face. He turned to the doors to the Great Hall, and led his students to their table. HE glanced at the teachers' table, where he would go in a matter of minutes, and smirked at the disdainful look given to him by the great Harry Potter, who seemed to look rather green.
Once all his students were situated around the table, he made his way to his seat next to Harry. "Good morning, Potter. Sleep well?"
Harry glared at him, making him smirk once more. "Malfoy, you know very well how I slept. At least, you should, considering you put Kool-Aid in the shower nozzle!"
"Come on, Potty, you know green brings out your eyes!"