Lavender saw me do it and she asked,
"What did you put in your soup?"
I looked up at her and answered,
"A basilisk tear. It flavours the soup, or anything it is put in, and it
keeps my smooth." I didn't want to lie to her, but I didn't want to tell
her the whole truth, so I told her half.
Her eyes widened, "A basilisk tear? In your soup?"
I nodded, not knowing why this was startling. I mean, I had a baby basilisk
around my neck, camouflaging itself in my hair. No one seemed to have
noticed her yet. Her name was Basi, and she was my pet. Her name should
really be spelled, 'Bazi', because that is how it is pronounced. I asked
her why she was startled and she replied,
"Well, 3 years ago the Chamber of Secrets was opened. Do you know what the
Chamber of Secrets is? (At this I nodded) Well, in the Chamber was a
Basilisk, and it had killed a girl named Myrtle in a bathroom. She was
killed 50 years ago, well, 53 years ago. Myrtle still haunts that bathroom;
nobody goes in there now. Anyway, you-know-who had.opened the chamber!" She
paused, probably waiting for me to be shocked, but I wasn't. This wasn't
news to me; I knew all about all this, just, why was a basilisk.scary?
I interrupted her, "Why are you scared of a basilisk?"
Lavender looked thoughtful and terrified at the same time, finally she
answered, "Because it's the king of snakes. Deadly if you look it in the
eye, you know." I nodded, thought this was not entirely true.
"I've never seen one, but Harry Potter killed the one in the chamber, all
alone. Isn't that amazing!?"
I just had to correct her; it was bugging me to death.
"You mean queen of snakes." I corrected.
Now Lavender looked confused, "What?"
"You said 'king of snakes' its 'queen of snakes'. They can only be female."
"Oh." Lavender nodded, and then she let out a little squeak. "What?" I asked. She swallowed and said, "What's around your neck?" "Oh, This is my pet snake, Basi." I said, removing Basi form around my neck and holding her in my hand. Basi hissed and stuck out her tongue, smelling the air and sensing Lavender. "Oh, she's beautiful!" exclaimed Lavender. "What did you say her name was?" I gently stroked Basi and replied, "Basi, short for Basilisk, which is what she is." Lavender froze. "That's a basilisk?" I nodded and smiled, "Yep." "If I look in her eyes.will I die?" asked Lavender tentatively, looking anywhere but at Basi for a moment. "No, not yet. When she's older." Lavender relaxed slightly and I sipped my soup, placing Basi back on my shoulder.
When desert came, I was too full to eat any, but there was a pot of tea near by and I poured myself a cup. As I sipped it I relaxed. Without meaning to, my power began to relax too, and when it relaxed, it turns 'on'. Uh-oh. I didn't notice, and neither did any on the girls. Veela can tell if they, or another veela is using their power. Veela power doesn't work on girls, but it does on boy, sadly enough. When my power goes 'on' my hair doesn't blow out (unless I make it), but it does shimmer. Lavender and Pavati were leaving, but before they did Lavender asked me, "Do you need directions and the password to the Gryffondor common room?" I nodded, gulped the rest of my tea and stood. We had sat across from one another, so I was walking down the space between the Slytharin and Gryffondor tables, while Pavati and Lavender where between the Gryffondor and Ravenclaw tables. I got to the doors first, so I turned to watch the two girls make their way to me. As I did I noticed an unusually large amount of boys looking at me. Then I realised what the tea had made me do. I quickly distinguished the power and Lavender and Pavati joined me. "Right, this way." Said Pavati, leading the way up a staircase.
"Piximis" said Lavender clearly to a portrait of a fat lady in a pink silk dress. The portrait swung open. Once inside, Parvati told me to memorize it. Piximis. Piximis. Piximis. I recited in my head.
Parvati was curled up in a chair by the flickering fire reading a book, Lavender was knitting a sweater, and I was looking around while absentmindedly stroking Basi.
I woke quite late the next morning, the dormitory was empty, but for Parvati and me.
"Good morning!" she greeted me.
"Morning," I replied, "What time is it?"
Parvati checked her watch, "About 9:30am." She answered.
"Thanks." I got out of bed and shivered once before putting on my dressing gown. Pavati pulled on some white socks, her hair still un-brushed. I slipped into my slippers before padding across the cold stone floor to the bathroom, to get changed.
When I came out I used my wand to twist my hair into a perfect French knot, several strands of hair falling out and delicately framing my face. Pavati braiding her hair into one long braid down her back.
I sat on my bed and put on my shoes.
"Ready to go down to breakfast?" asked Parvati when we had both finished out tasks.
"Sure." I replied.
Down in the great hall Pavati patted her hair then walked in. We sat down at the end of the table and Pavati immediately served herself scrambled eggs.
I spooned a fried tomato and several fried mushrooms onto my plate and then poured myself a small cup of pumpkin juice.
I carefully cut my tomato into four pieces and then put one in my mouth and chewed slowly.
Pavati was washing down her egg with tea when she spilled the pot all over a boy sitting next to her, who yelped.
"Oh gosh, I sorry!" exclaimed Pavati, handing him her napkin.
He dabbed at his shirt, looking slightly putout.
I could see that dabbing wasn't going to help him any so I pulled out my wand and magiced it away.
'Thanks." He mumbled, biting into his toast and glancing at Pavati.
Pavati smiled at me, "Thanks for helping."
I smiled back.
Pavati began chatting with a girl across from her (I had told her I didn't mind), but I was far away in my mind, thinking about my father. I knew I would have to tell someone soon, the secret was killing me. I suppose I could tell Dumbledor, but he might throw me out, and Hogwarts was the best thing that has happened to me so far in my life.
Suddenly I felt a tap on my should and I looked up. It was the two boys who had directed me to the carriage.
"Hi," Said Harry, "My friend Ron," he indicated the red haired boy hovering slightly behind him, "Would like to know if you know someone named Fleur Deliceur."
I felt my stomach tighten. "Yes.I know her." I replied.
Harry grinned, "Ron wants to know if she is a veela."
My lips trembled slightly and I looked down, trying to recover my wits. Harry had just asked if I knew a veela, one of the most evil veelas' I knew. I knew Harry and Ron were waiting for an answer, but I couldn't speak.
I looked up and opened my mouth slightly, then shut it.
Harry and Ron were looking confused.
"If it's personal, you don't have to answer-" started Harry, but I shook my head. ".I'm sorry. Um.yes, and no. She's a veela." I put my hand slowly to my mouth and stood suddenly. "Excuse me, I have to go." And I dashed out on the great hall.
Out on the grounds I ran straight for the forest. I heard someone open and close the door of the castle.
Once in the trees I looked behind me and saw Harry and Ron walking down form the castle.
Why were they following me?
Suddenly, my stomach jolted. I had to tell Harry and Ron the truth, and take the weight off my shoulders. Someone had to know, and they were those someones.
I stepped out from the trees and saw them even closer to me, about ten feet.
"Please come into the trees." I called, then turned and walked into the forest.
Moments later Harry and Ron joined me.
"What?" asked Ron.
"I need to tell you something."
Harry and Ron glanced at each other then followed me into the trees. Even though I had never been in the forest I knew the way to its heart.
"Where are we going, Narcissa?" asked Harry nervously.
"Into the heart of the forest." I replied simply.
Ron tensed, "Why so far?" he asked.
"I don't want him to hear." I muttered, even though I was going far for my own comfort. Voldemort can hear anything if he wants, from his own bloodline at least.
"Who?" asked Ron.
"Nothing. Just wait." I hissed, creeping behind a tree and notifying my surroundings.
"Ok." I leaned against the tree, "Now please don't say anything while I talk, I need to concentrate.
Harry and Ron glanced at each other again and then nodded.
"I am Voldemorts' daughter." I said in a calm tone, "Here's proof." I pulled up my sleeve on my left arm and showed them a tiny tattoo of a green scull with a snake tongue on my forearm, no bigger than a pencil eraser.
"All veela are Voldemorts daughters, and all veela have this tattoo inscribed on them from birth."
Harry and Ron stared silently.
"I promise to both of you that I am a follower, not a believer of my fathers work, his ways . his ideals. I had to tell you because it was killing me not to, literally. I should tell Lavender and Parvati, I know, but you where the first ones I saw and I was suffering. Not all veela suffer from this." I looked at Ron apologetically, "That's why I couldn't tell you about Fleur at once, because it is almost a shame to know her. She is right up there with Voldemort, she is a follower." I grimaced.
Harry looked at Ron, but Ron was still staring, shocked.
"Do you believe me?" I asked
Slowly, Harry nodded.
I was relieved instantly. "Thank you!" I exclaimed, then I looked at Harry seriously, "Please don't tell anyone. I'll tell the rest when I'm ready. I suppose I should tell Dumbledor."
Harry nodded again, "That would be a smart move."
I smiled sheepishly. Ron seemed to be coming back to life.
"So.you-know-who can hear us right now?" asked Ron quietly. I nodded, and then shook my head.
"He could, but I didn't put a basilisk tear in my food this morning. Basilisk tears are what connect veela to Voldemort."
Ron flinched at the name, but Harry seemed to overlook it.
"So.you know all about Voldemort?" asked Harry.
"Yes. Everything. I even know his favourite colour, his favourite spell, but I suppose you know that too. Avada Kadavra."
Ron actually sniggered, "His favourite color! Please!"
I nodded solemnly, "Green." Again I extended my arm and touched the green tattoo. It glowed brightly and a breeze swept over the trees.
Ron and Harry looked around, but I looked straight ahead, in the general direction of Harry.
"So.if you wanted to.you could call Voldemort here?" questioned Harry nervously.
Again I nodded. "And he can summon me. Then I would have to disaperate."
"But, aren't you in danger then? Talking to us about your hatred of.him.?" asked Ron.
"Yes, and no." I replied, shaking my head from side to side twice. "I am in danger being connected to him, but not about loathing him."
This, apparently, made no sense to either Harry or Ron, so I sighed softly and announced, "We should be getting back for charms. It starts in ten minutes."
I grinned sheepishly at them, casually letting some of my 'charm' slip on.
"Bye." I strummed my fingers on the air in a small wave and departed. Ron and Harry hurried after me, not wanting to be alone in the forest.
"Oh." Lavender nodded, and then she let out a little squeak. "What?" I asked. She swallowed and said, "What's around your neck?" "Oh, This is my pet snake, Basi." I said, removing Basi form around my neck and holding her in my hand. Basi hissed and stuck out her tongue, smelling the air and sensing Lavender. "Oh, she's beautiful!" exclaimed Lavender. "What did you say her name was?" I gently stroked Basi and replied, "Basi, short for Basilisk, which is what she is." Lavender froze. "That's a basilisk?" I nodded and smiled, "Yep." "If I look in her eyes.will I die?" asked Lavender tentatively, looking anywhere but at Basi for a moment. "No, not yet. When she's older." Lavender relaxed slightly and I sipped my soup, placing Basi back on my shoulder.
When desert came, I was too full to eat any, but there was a pot of tea near by and I poured myself a cup. As I sipped it I relaxed. Without meaning to, my power began to relax too, and when it relaxed, it turns 'on'. Uh-oh. I didn't notice, and neither did any on the girls. Veela can tell if they, or another veela is using their power. Veela power doesn't work on girls, but it does on boy, sadly enough. When my power goes 'on' my hair doesn't blow out (unless I make it), but it does shimmer. Lavender and Pavati were leaving, but before they did Lavender asked me, "Do you need directions and the password to the Gryffondor common room?" I nodded, gulped the rest of my tea and stood. We had sat across from one another, so I was walking down the space between the Slytharin and Gryffondor tables, while Pavati and Lavender where between the Gryffondor and Ravenclaw tables. I got to the doors first, so I turned to watch the two girls make their way to me. As I did I noticed an unusually large amount of boys looking at me. Then I realised what the tea had made me do. I quickly distinguished the power and Lavender and Pavati joined me. "Right, this way." Said Pavati, leading the way up a staircase.
"Piximis" said Lavender clearly to a portrait of a fat lady in a pink silk dress. The portrait swung open. Once inside, Parvati told me to memorize it. Piximis. Piximis. Piximis. I recited in my head.
Parvati was curled up in a chair by the flickering fire reading a book, Lavender was knitting a sweater, and I was looking around while absentmindedly stroking Basi.
I woke quite late the next morning, the dormitory was empty, but for Parvati and me.
"Good morning!" she greeted me.
"Morning," I replied, "What time is it?"
Parvati checked her watch, "About 9:30am." She answered.
"Thanks." I got out of bed and shivered once before putting on my dressing gown. Pavati pulled on some white socks, her hair still un-brushed. I slipped into my slippers before padding across the cold stone floor to the bathroom, to get changed.
When I came out I used my wand to twist my hair into a perfect French knot, several strands of hair falling out and delicately framing my face. Pavati braiding her hair into one long braid down her back.
I sat on my bed and put on my shoes.
"Ready to go down to breakfast?" asked Parvati when we had both finished out tasks.
"Sure." I replied.
Down in the great hall Pavati patted her hair then walked in. We sat down at the end of the table and Pavati immediately served herself scrambled eggs.
I spooned a fried tomato and several fried mushrooms onto my plate and then poured myself a small cup of pumpkin juice.
I carefully cut my tomato into four pieces and then put one in my mouth and chewed slowly.
Pavati was washing down her egg with tea when she spilled the pot all over a boy sitting next to her, who yelped.
"Oh gosh, I sorry!" exclaimed Pavati, handing him her napkin.
He dabbed at his shirt, looking slightly putout.
I could see that dabbing wasn't going to help him any so I pulled out my wand and magiced it away.
'Thanks." He mumbled, biting into his toast and glancing at Pavati.
Pavati smiled at me, "Thanks for helping."
I smiled back.
Pavati began chatting with a girl across from her (I had told her I didn't mind), but I was far away in my mind, thinking about my father. I knew I would have to tell someone soon, the secret was killing me. I suppose I could tell Dumbledor, but he might throw me out, and Hogwarts was the best thing that has happened to me so far in my life.
Suddenly I felt a tap on my should and I looked up. It was the two boys who had directed me to the carriage.
"Hi," Said Harry, "My friend Ron," he indicated the red haired boy hovering slightly behind him, "Would like to know if you know someone named Fleur Deliceur."
I felt my stomach tighten. "Yes.I know her." I replied.
Harry grinned, "Ron wants to know if she is a veela."
My lips trembled slightly and I looked down, trying to recover my wits. Harry had just asked if I knew a veela, one of the most evil veelas' I knew. I knew Harry and Ron were waiting for an answer, but I couldn't speak.
I looked up and opened my mouth slightly, then shut it.
Harry and Ron were looking confused.
"If it's personal, you don't have to answer-" started Harry, but I shook my head. ".I'm sorry. Um.yes, and no. She's a veela." I put my hand slowly to my mouth and stood suddenly. "Excuse me, I have to go." And I dashed out on the great hall.
Out on the grounds I ran straight for the forest. I heard someone open and close the door of the castle.
Once in the trees I looked behind me and saw Harry and Ron walking down form the castle.
Why were they following me?
Suddenly, my stomach jolted. I had to tell Harry and Ron the truth, and take the weight off my shoulders. Someone had to know, and they were those someones.
I stepped out from the trees and saw them even closer to me, about ten feet.
"Please come into the trees." I called, then turned and walked into the forest.
Moments later Harry and Ron joined me.
"What?" asked Ron.
"I need to tell you something."
Harry and Ron glanced at each other then followed me into the trees. Even though I had never been in the forest I knew the way to its heart.
"Where are we going, Narcissa?" asked Harry nervously.
"Into the heart of the forest." I replied simply.
Ron tensed, "Why so far?" he asked.
"I don't want him to hear." I muttered, even though I was going far for my own comfort. Voldemort can hear anything if he wants, from his own bloodline at least.
"Who?" asked Ron.
"Nothing. Just wait." I hissed, creeping behind a tree and notifying my surroundings.
"Ok." I leaned against the tree, "Now please don't say anything while I talk, I need to concentrate.
Harry and Ron glanced at each other again and then nodded.
"I am Voldemorts' daughter." I said in a calm tone, "Here's proof." I pulled up my sleeve on my left arm and showed them a tiny tattoo of a green scull with a snake tongue on my forearm, no bigger than a pencil eraser.
"All veela are Voldemorts daughters, and all veela have this tattoo inscribed on them from birth."
Harry and Ron stared silently.
"I promise to both of you that I am a follower, not a believer of my fathers work, his ways . his ideals. I had to tell you because it was killing me not to, literally. I should tell Lavender and Parvati, I know, but you where the first ones I saw and I was suffering. Not all veela suffer from this." I looked at Ron apologetically, "That's why I couldn't tell you about Fleur at once, because it is almost a shame to know her. She is right up there with Voldemort, she is a follower." I grimaced.
Harry looked at Ron, but Ron was still staring, shocked.
"Do you believe me?" I asked
Slowly, Harry nodded.
I was relieved instantly. "Thank you!" I exclaimed, then I looked at Harry seriously, "Please don't tell anyone. I'll tell the rest when I'm ready. I suppose I should tell Dumbledor."
Harry nodded again, "That would be a smart move."
I smiled sheepishly. Ron seemed to be coming back to life.
"So.you-know-who can hear us right now?" asked Ron quietly. I nodded, and then shook my head.
"He could, but I didn't put a basilisk tear in my food this morning. Basilisk tears are what connect veela to Voldemort."
Ron flinched at the name, but Harry seemed to overlook it.
"So.you know all about Voldemort?" asked Harry.
"Yes. Everything. I even know his favourite colour, his favourite spell, but I suppose you know that too. Avada Kadavra."
Ron actually sniggered, "His favourite color! Please!"
I nodded solemnly, "Green." Again I extended my arm and touched the green tattoo. It glowed brightly and a breeze swept over the trees.
Ron and Harry looked around, but I looked straight ahead, in the general direction of Harry.
"So.if you wanted to.you could call Voldemort here?" questioned Harry nervously.
Again I nodded. "And he can summon me. Then I would have to disaperate."
"But, aren't you in danger then? Talking to us about your hatred of.him.?" asked Ron.
"Yes, and no." I replied, shaking my head from side to side twice. "I am in danger being connected to him, but not about loathing him."
This, apparently, made no sense to either Harry or Ron, so I sighed softly and announced, "We should be getting back for charms. It starts in ten minutes."
I grinned sheepishly at them, casually letting some of my 'charm' slip on.
"Bye." I strummed my fingers on the air in a small wave and departed. Ron and Harry hurried after me, not wanting to be alone in the forest.