Chapter 5
Harry, Ron, and Hermione began to descend the stairs from the common room to get to Potions class. Once again, the Gryffindors and the Slytherins had Potions together and somehow this year had been worse than all of the other years combined because Caroline was in this class, thought Harry. Caroline, surprisingly, was an excellent potion maker and had yet to make a mistake. She was kind, and unlike the rest of Slytherin House, she did not laugh when Neville made a mistake. She did, however, seem to utterly detest Hermione. Professor Snape did not seem to like Caroline one bit though, neither did some of the Slytherins, except for Malfoy and his gang, and Pansy Parkinson and her gang. Caroline didn't seem to care about them, though. There was another odd thing about Caroline, her father. Earlier that morning, Harry read The Daily Prophet with Hermione and they came across an interesting article about the Ministry's newest addition, a certain Mr. Howerd. He apparently was one of the best aurors the magical world had ever had, better than Moody even.
"If Mr. Howerd is Caroline's father, then why is she in Slytherin?" said Harry to Hermione earlier that day. "It is possible that the hat made a mistake isn't it? I mean, it can't be completely infallible" finished Hermione with an angry tone. "Perhaps it did not know where to sort her because she is different from the girls in this country." It didn't matter to Harry because it gave him a slight hope. Maybe, just maybe, Caroline wasn't as naughty as she appeared and maybe, by some odd fate, she could be his.
Caroline sat in the girls' lavatory with a chalk circle drawn around her. She knew she had only a few moments, but she needed to consult her beads about her place in this school. She had neglected it for a while now and she knew that the spirits would leave her if she did not consult with them.
Caroline conjured a medium sized, purple, velvet, purse in the air. Caroline was so glad to be in the privacy of the stall, if she had to use her wand one more time she would scream. She absolutely hated that wand and thought that everyone at Hogwarts was primitive. Professor McGonagall had told Caroline that she would have to adjust to the usage of a wand, but she hated it. If witches and wizards can use their hands to conjure things, why don't they do it? Caroline had never needed a wand, wanted a wand, or had to use one. The Salem Witches Institute stressed the expansion of the brain, they would not allow any wishy-washy wand wavers at their school. Caroline liked it that way. She sighed and grabbed the velvet bag out of the air. She conjured some incense and two, blood red candles, with a sparkly swish of her perfectly manicured hands. They appeared, already lit. She placed them around her in a circle and began her incantation.
" Zura ish may ta, Doiut Vaiten ouizchtem, Jourls, Garbledeæn, écriverabeinstein"
Caroline heard a swish and felt a cold presence surrounding her. She shook the velvet bag and said:
"I wish to know my destiny, Oh blesséd one, Please deliver me and show me the way"
She opened the velvet bag, slowly, and poured it's contents onto the floor. Several hundred small, silver and black beads fell into the circle and began to move. They continued to move, as though in a trance, until they stopped suddenly. Caroline looked at the beads to see what shape they had formed. " A lightning bolt and a cat, I think" said Caroline out loud. "What do they symbolize?" said Caroline in dismay. Caroline began to think and then a thought came to her. "The lightning scar of the Potter boy and a cat? Professor McGonagall can transfigure. Is that it? Gryffindor house is my destiny?" muttered Caroline. Caroline heard a door creek open and the Pansy's voice shook the lavatory. "Caroline, where are you? Are you okay? We're going to be late if you don't hurry up" said Pansy. Caroline clapped her hands twice and everything, including the chalk marks, disappeared. Caroline put on a fake smile and replied: "Sorry, I was just getting ready for Draco"
Caroline and Pansy met up with Draco in the corridor by Professor Snape's dungeons. Caro and Draco kissed quickly, to the dismay of about twenty other girls in the hall, and they proceeded to walk into Professor Snape's classroom. They took their seats. Caroline had just turned to pick up her cauldron when she noticed Harry walking in with Hermione and Ron. She thought back to a few moments ago and what the occult had made her consider. Is it possible you are my destiny Potter? thought Caroline. Professor Snape entered with a large swish of his cape. Everyone ceased their speaking. He turned to the class and noticed Caroline and Draco. I warned you boy, thought Snape. Snape turned his attention to the rest of the class and said in a cold, stealthy voice: "Projects. I do not usually assign projects, but as you approach your OWLS I have decided that you dunder-heads need practice. This project will be worth 50% of your term note. Each group will come up with a set of antidotes for a poison of my choice. These antidotes will have to work on several poisons, and I will not notify you which poison you will have to counteract until the day of the exam. I will pair you up" finished Snape coldly. Snape began to call names off of a large list. When he reached Draco, Caroline sat up hopefully, only to be dismayed. "Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Crabbe" said Snape with a tone of amusement at the look of sadness on Caro's face. Snape continued down the list until he reached Caroline. Snape turned and looked purposefully at Draco and said: "Ms. Howerd and Potter." Draco's mouth flew open in horror. So did Ron's, Harry's, and the rest of Gryffindor house. Caroline was entirely shocked. This confirmed it, Potter was destiny. She was going to consult the spirits again tonight to confirm this.
Harry was utterly amazed. Snape had never done anything to get on Malfoy's bad side before. Harry couldn't believe his luck, neither could Ron for that matter.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione began to descend the stairs from the common room to get to Potions class. Once again, the Gryffindors and the Slytherins had Potions together and somehow this year had been worse than all of the other years combined because Caroline was in this class, thought Harry. Caroline, surprisingly, was an excellent potion maker and had yet to make a mistake. She was kind, and unlike the rest of Slytherin House, she did not laugh when Neville made a mistake. She did, however, seem to utterly detest Hermione. Professor Snape did not seem to like Caroline one bit though, neither did some of the Slytherins, except for Malfoy and his gang, and Pansy Parkinson and her gang. Caroline didn't seem to care about them, though. There was another odd thing about Caroline, her father. Earlier that morning, Harry read The Daily Prophet with Hermione and they came across an interesting article about the Ministry's newest addition, a certain Mr. Howerd. He apparently was one of the best aurors the magical world had ever had, better than Moody even.
"If Mr. Howerd is Caroline's father, then why is she in Slytherin?" said Harry to Hermione earlier that day. "It is possible that the hat made a mistake isn't it? I mean, it can't be completely infallible" finished Hermione with an angry tone. "Perhaps it did not know where to sort her because she is different from the girls in this country." It didn't matter to Harry because it gave him a slight hope. Maybe, just maybe, Caroline wasn't as naughty as she appeared and maybe, by some odd fate, she could be his.
Caroline sat in the girls' lavatory with a chalk circle drawn around her. She knew she had only a few moments, but she needed to consult her beads about her place in this school. She had neglected it for a while now and she knew that the spirits would leave her if she did not consult with them.
Caroline conjured a medium sized, purple, velvet, purse in the air. Caroline was so glad to be in the privacy of the stall, if she had to use her wand one more time she would scream. She absolutely hated that wand and thought that everyone at Hogwarts was primitive. Professor McGonagall had told Caroline that she would have to adjust to the usage of a wand, but she hated it. If witches and wizards can use their hands to conjure things, why don't they do it? Caroline had never needed a wand, wanted a wand, or had to use one. The Salem Witches Institute stressed the expansion of the brain, they would not allow any wishy-washy wand wavers at their school. Caroline liked it that way. She sighed and grabbed the velvet bag out of the air. She conjured some incense and two, blood red candles, with a sparkly swish of her perfectly manicured hands. They appeared, already lit. She placed them around her in a circle and began her incantation.
" Zura ish may ta, Doiut Vaiten ouizchtem, Jourls, Garbledeæn, écriverabeinstein"
Caroline heard a swish and felt a cold presence surrounding her. She shook the velvet bag and said:
"I wish to know my destiny, Oh blesséd one, Please deliver me and show me the way"
She opened the velvet bag, slowly, and poured it's contents onto the floor. Several hundred small, silver and black beads fell into the circle and began to move. They continued to move, as though in a trance, until they stopped suddenly. Caroline looked at the beads to see what shape they had formed. " A lightning bolt and a cat, I think" said Caroline out loud. "What do they symbolize?" said Caroline in dismay. Caroline began to think and then a thought came to her. "The lightning scar of the Potter boy and a cat? Professor McGonagall can transfigure. Is that it? Gryffindor house is my destiny?" muttered Caroline. Caroline heard a door creek open and the Pansy's voice shook the lavatory. "Caroline, where are you? Are you okay? We're going to be late if you don't hurry up" said Pansy. Caroline clapped her hands twice and everything, including the chalk marks, disappeared. Caroline put on a fake smile and replied: "Sorry, I was just getting ready for Draco"
Caroline and Pansy met up with Draco in the corridor by Professor Snape's dungeons. Caro and Draco kissed quickly, to the dismay of about twenty other girls in the hall, and they proceeded to walk into Professor Snape's classroom. They took their seats. Caroline had just turned to pick up her cauldron when she noticed Harry walking in with Hermione and Ron. She thought back to a few moments ago and what the occult had made her consider. Is it possible you are my destiny Potter? thought Caroline. Professor Snape entered with a large swish of his cape. Everyone ceased their speaking. He turned to the class and noticed Caroline and Draco. I warned you boy, thought Snape. Snape turned his attention to the rest of the class and said in a cold, stealthy voice: "Projects. I do not usually assign projects, but as you approach your OWLS I have decided that you dunder-heads need practice. This project will be worth 50% of your term note. Each group will come up with a set of antidotes for a poison of my choice. These antidotes will have to work on several poisons, and I will not notify you which poison you will have to counteract until the day of the exam. I will pair you up" finished Snape coldly. Snape began to call names off of a large list. When he reached Draco, Caroline sat up hopefully, only to be dismayed. "Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Crabbe" said Snape with a tone of amusement at the look of sadness on Caro's face. Snape continued down the list until he reached Caroline. Snape turned and looked purposefully at Draco and said: "Ms. Howerd and Potter." Draco's mouth flew open in horror. So did Ron's, Harry's, and the rest of Gryffindor house. Caroline was entirely shocked. This confirmed it, Potter was destiny. She was going to consult the spirits again tonight to confirm this.
Harry was utterly amazed. Snape had never done anything to get on Malfoy's bad side before. Harry couldn't believe his luck, neither could Ron for that matter.